This is the road ahead of us, every day.  Everyday, we decide what we bring, what we pack away.  We decide every day if we pause or go straight through.  This year, I give thanks, to what I fear, what I hate, what I know to be love, blessings, joy.  My imperfect self will remain imperfect, but if I am lucky, my appreciations will grow.

This, On Thanksgiving Morning: