The days are still growing shorter, and there’s a deep melancholy settling in—not just for me, but for many of us. Compounded by recent losses and struggles, this darkest part of the year takes a toll. Challenges that feel manageable at other times become exhausting and profoundly disheartening.
I’m glad that Thanksgiving is on its way. I’m glad that I have an old friend visiting for the weekend. I’m glad I have a handsome kitten who more than tolerates me. I’m glad I have a loving partner as well as new and lifetime friends who know who I really am. These are things that keep the black dog from blocking out the sun altogether.
And you, dear readers, who continue to keep me company on this journey—you, too, remind me how beautiful life is.