And so in no particular order, to remind myself of what is, rather than what is not… I made a list of all the things I’m thankful for…
Fall leaves and the crunchy sound they make.
Holding my son’s cold hands as we walk to school and remember that one day he won’t hold my hand.
Patagonia jackets which are help make it tolerable to walk in the morning.
The color orange. Coral, too.
Books and the way they can can both transmit an authors ideas but also inspire your own.
Friends who share their favorite books, in a secretive “pssst” kind of tone, like we’re passing drugs to one another.
Duck & Tuscan Beans.
Making someone’s “bucket list” item come true. (Nuno — see pic — wanted to try out Google Glass. )
Friends who insist I start using my fitbit again so the competition can begin.
Eating lunch at Nick’s on Main.
Sending singer-songwriter Paul Simon an email asking him to dinner.
When you send the note saying “it’s not working out” and people get it.
Friends who look at your very draft of content for your next book (Skip the first 3 paragraphs and you’re starting to approach the idea) without judgement.
Split pea soup on the stove.
Jello. (What is it about jello?)
Radio Flyer wagons and the joy they bring over the generations.
The new pope and his recent tirade on capitalism.
The term “badass” is becoming pervasive.
Donuts. Or for that matter, Milk Burfi.
An editor whose perspective I cherish.