I am thankful, truly grateful for every single freak show that has ever rolled into my life, smooshed the flowers in my garden and almost ran over my cat.
Without the twisted wreckage of humanity that ended up at my front door asking for my help, my attention, the marrow of my bones I might not be the writer I am today.
If my life were perfect, if everyone who came into it was well adjusted I would be…I don’t know… uninspired is the word that comes to mind.
I know life is meant to be sweet, simple, full of laughter and breathtaking sunsets and our connections with each other should be deep and profound.
Those things can be tossed in the kitty and can show up in writing, but not in mine.,
I like to kick over a rock or two and see what scuttles out.
Speaking strictly from experience things that scuttle are worth every second you can spend watching them.
And for that I am thankful.