I would like to thank

I’m often asked what it’s like to be a writer — how I spend my days, how I experience the world. And so I will be sharing occasional essays from the front lines of my writing life. In this essay, I express the my gratitude for this life of creativity and purpose.

I would like to thank, by Beth Mende ConnyI would like to thank the sun for coming through my window this morning, casting strips of shadows through the blinds and onto the floor. They were the ladder rungs I used to climb out of bed and into the bathroom.

I would like to thank my sink and the cool fountain water I cupped to my cheeks. Splash, splash. Tingle.

I would like to thank my mirror — but forget that one. The mirror’s too judgmental, and so early in the morning! Bad mirror, bad mirror.

So instead I will thank my teal towel that gently rubbed and opened my eyes so I might see the day and pray to make it a good one.

I would like to thank the day for showing up yet again, whatever the season or reason. I love how it weaves its fingers through mine and gently tugs: “Let’s begin.”

And I would like to thank the universal powers that be, whatever their shape or name, for the periodic wisdom that allows me to follow my purpose, with trust.

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