Happy American Thanksgiving

My middle-of-the-night Facebook thought on my phone went something like this:

Sometimes one has to be thankful for the struggles that one goes through on both a daily basis and over the long haul as we attempt to “adult” our way through life.

There are a lot of moments when I don’t really know how I’m going to get through whatever issue I’m facing–in no small part due to living with chronic anxiety and depression–but I seem to learn and grow and find a way more often than not.

On an American Thanksgiving morning where I’m bleary-eyed, I’m not quite sure how we’ve managed to get through the last couple months of TMR 3.0, but this smallest of small businesses is making it through. So, this morning, the best thing that has happened to me since I got my gallbladder out last July and decided that it was time to get back to blogging…

Is you. I’m incredibly grateful for your support, monetarily and readership-wise, your clicks, your tolerance of my rambles, and the fact that you’re probably skimming this paragraph this morning.

I hope you know that you’re the reason I do this–I believe that providing a service in making following the Red Wings a little easier is a valuable use of my time–and I do plan on slowly but surely growing and fleshing out the blog over the next couple of months.

In the interim, let’s try to continue taking things a shift at a time, and be as grateful for each other as we can be. Much love and respect to everybody this morning.

And 9-9-and-3 is .500 in the NHL, which isn’t a bad thing.