I don’t know about you, but I’m pretty impressed that I’ve made it more than half way through the alphabet of gratitude without missing a day or a letter, for that matter. Perseverance is a virtue, but with me, it is often in short supply. My inner slacker urges me to let this one go and just take a day off, but I’m tapping into my deep reserves to write this blog. Not because I don’t have things to be grateful for today! Of course, I do. And it’s not because I can’t think of anything that starts with an “O” — it’s a great letter.
Old friends, oranges, Oreos, oncologists, optimism and Orvieto, Italy come readily to mind. Today, I did an early morning volunteer adventure to another fantastic place starting with O — Oakland — a lovely city, with lovely people who warmly welcomed us. Beautiful weather. Great companions. Good cause. Cheers to Oakland!
Right now, I’m feeling a mix of gratitude and resentment for a certain Netflix Original series. Like so many of them, I quickly become addicted. I consume them insatiably until then are all viewed and them I mourn their passing. The one that has hooked me now dives deep into high school angst, first love, sadness and a mix of characters that’s keeping me on the edge of my seat until its ill-fated conclusion. (Hint: You know how it ends from the beginning, but absolutely can’t figure out how all of it will come together in the middle!) 13 Reasons Why. It’s poignant, well-acted, and thought provoking but parents with teenage children may want to take a pass on the troubling subject matter.
I’m quite grateful for Neflix Originals and other originals too, come to think of it. Thanks for telling compelling stories, thanks for serving them up all at once so I can binge to my heart’s desire, and thanks for keeping me entertained. I’m feeling a deep gratitude for artists, writers and poets these days who remind us that the human story is itself the most fascinating and engrossing story ever told.
Boonedoggler 