It’s Thanksgiving here in Canadia Land, and as I sit here listening to the rain fall on the roof of the house my husband and I bought this year, I appreciate how much I have to be grateful for.
It has been quite a year so far. Ups and down, a wild emotional rollercoaster, lots of struggles, and so much joy. But at the heart of everything, I’ve always had a roof over my head, a family to lean on, and full bookshelves to lose myself in.
How can I not be grateful for that?
I’m grateful for every single reader who sends me a note after they finish reading one of my books telling me how much they enjoyed it. Nothing is more validating or motivating or sure to put a smile on my face.
I’m grateful that Chris and I get to travel this year—a weekend trip to Prince Edward County this past weekend for my best friend’s wedding, and again in another couple of weeks to Bolton, ON for a book event. I’m especially grateful for the opportunity to co-host my first book event outside Ottawa, which will also be my debut public reading.
I’m grateful for the number of amazing books I’ve read so far this year, the new authors I’ve been introduced to (Ursula le Guin and Guy Gavriel Kay in particular), and the number of story ideas those new books have sparked.
I’m grateful for another new book release in a few weeks, and that my readers are so amazing that I’m in a place where I can release another new book.
I’m grateful for the delicious food I’ve eaten this weekend, made with love by people I love, and shared with laughter and friendship.
Life is too short and too…heavy not to take advantage of the reminders to slow down and appreciate everything we have. Appreciate the reasons we have to keep fighting for what we believe in and what we want to accomplish. Appreciate the chance to recharge and refocus our energies on what matters to us. Appreciate the fact that stretchy pants exist.
So thank you for being you and Happy Thanksgiving!