It’s kind of humorous to consider that the very first “It’s a Thanksgiving Miracle” post from 2017 reflected upon my dangerous fall from a ladder, resulting in a broken wrist, as I am not celebrating Thanksgiving with a broken ankle (so far, the ankle has been going a bit better than the wrist). I’ve been incredibly blessed throughout the entire process, as I’ve noted multiple times across other posts.
I haven’t always been grateful. I’ve been upset with some of the lackluster response to my creative output, and have perhaps been overly vocal about it on this blog. Part of me thinks that after five years of slogging away, I’d have something to show for this blog. If a million words or so isn’t read, do they truly exist?
But I shouldn’t complain too much. I did well in October with Bandcamp Friday, even if it was below my expectations. It was actually my second best day on Bandcamp.
My personal life is in a much better place now than it was a year ago at this time, too. I’ve lost some weight and am dating a very sweet flight attendant, which is kind of the equivalent of the nerdy liar who would claim he was dating a Canadian supermodel (but mine is real, I promise!). We don’t get to see each other as much as either of us would like, but we’re both fairly independent people, so it works out nicely.
Murphy is doing well, too, although she’s been chewing her paws a bit lately. Something to get checked out as soon as we can get to the vet.
All in all, I’m extremely blessed: a good house, a good family, a good dog, a good job—all thanks to a good God.
With that, here’s “TBT^256: It’s a Thanksgiving Miracle!“:
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