November is the month when the word gratitude is used ubiquitously and, in my opinion, annoyingly since the overuse of it seems to dilute its impact. It’s not that I am someone who isn’t immensely grateful for the many, countless good things in my life. What has been revealed sadly is my ability to be grateful for the small things, but not for the big things. Any immense event was what threw my worthiness into question. It was always in the big moments like having my son, having my book published, moving to New York, and now the recent event that brought out the fear, marring the true enjoyment and gratitude of being the recipient of such good things.

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