Yes, I am it quite often. Thankful for what I have and the fact that I have it. I have to balance it with an anxiety though.

Because being aware of the good things you have, also makes you aware of that they can disappear. And that can create anxiety.

But instead of anxiety I welter in the things I have and love a little harder. Trying to find comfort that when/if my reason for thankfulness disappears I have been wise enough to consciously enjoy it.

Yesterday Fabbe turned 15. A joy he is (and his brother). The first time in 18 months we celebrated with family. That if anything is something to be thankful of.

What I’m not thankful of is my inability to set the focus correct when there are more than two objects in the photo. But thankful that is a skill, something I can learn to master.