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Sunday Coffee

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There is nothing better in a day than waking up to eat a good breakfast, make a cup of coffee, and begin my day slowly.  I love having time to think about the day or week to come.  It's almost Christmas, and I'm mostly thinking about the excitement that surrounds the most wonderful time of the year.

My family themes our Christmas celebration every year.  We do our own version of White Elephant, based off the theme in which we have chosen to celebrate.  Last year was Around the World.  I ended up with the best Star Wars leggings you've ever seen.  This year is Harry Potter.  It has brought the magic (figuratively, but literally this year) back to Christmas for those in my family that lost that a long time ago.  I'm more of a traditionalist, but I am grateful that we have found a way to make it special for everyone.  The gifts I have chosen for White Elephant are epic.  I can't wait to see who receives them.

As the year comes to a close, it's nice to be reminded that although there have been some rough spots (losing David Bowie devastated me, even more than Alan Rickman), it's been a generally decent year.  I'm grateful for the road to getting my health back on track, the friends that I have made, the great work environment I have.  I have a roof over my head, I'm able to eat 3 meals a day (even though I'm not great about that part).  I have a vehicle, I have people in my life that genuinely care about me.  My best friend is one of the greatest people I know.

I suppose the point of this morning's contemplation is to remember that we all have great things in our lives.  I'd rather not lose sight of that, no matter what else gets thrown my way.  Oh, and I need a refill!



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