This week I’ve been noticing a lot in myself. Anytime you go away from your home and get out of your comfort zone, you seem to discover new things. I’ve found I’m not quite the person I thought I was and not nearly the person I want to be.
I’m grateful for family, and the unconditional love that comes from something more than friendship. I’m grateful for having a father that loves me, that wants me to be happy. Once I told him I didn’t want to do something but I felt like I should, because I wanted to make him proud. His response: “You are way to old to be concerned about making me proud.” I’m grateful for a soft spoken mother who uses actions instead of words to show her love. My parents have taught me to live a life of integrity. And I am grateful.