Being grateful is the most important, and best choice I can make.
Much like the lovie-blankie that we lost yesterday on the walk, I know that ‘normal’ will be found again. Maybe all this is a little side-street turn off on the hunt for the comfort of normal. Maybe, all along, the thing I thought I lost along the way is really right there, waiting for me to recognize it. I just have to push through the fog and really open my eyes.