Let’s be real: it’s been a shitty year.
And yet, I am grateful. The sun is shining. There is breath in my lungs. My legs work. I have a roof over my head. I have food in my fridge. There is love, laughter, and light in my life everywhere I look.
I give thanks to the medical professionals who cared for me this year through shingles and a ruptured appendix. I’m grateful for those who showed compassion and kindness for my father in his final days.
I’m grateful for sports, especially women’s basketball. I haven’t done a complete count, but I may have attended over 50 sporting events this year, spanning the NCAAWBB, WNBA, NWSL, NFL, and NCAAWVB in three states. Sports have brought new friends into my life and deepened my connection with people I’ve known for years. They deliver joy when desperately needed and never fail to surprise and delight. Thank you.
I’m grateful for family, friends, and colleagues who stepped up when my chips were down.
I’m grateful for my mom and sister as we grieve separately and together. They lift me up.
And then there’s Tiffany, the love of my life, my person, my partner, who has been, well, everything over the last 12 months.
