Here in the U.S., Thanksgiving is celebrated this Thursday. One of my most meaningful rituals for this holiday is writing you this email.
Every year, I sit down to feel the depth of my gratitude for what has passed in the last twelve months.
This year, the depths are deep. After years of wrestling with my living situation, I bought a house that’s pretty darn close to being my dream home. It has been a incredible experience, a roller coaster of some of the highest highs and lowest lows I’ve ever experienced. The stress has been insane. I’ve had to surrender so much of my desire for control. But on the other side of facing some of my deepest fears, I am overwhelmed with gratitude for everything I’ve achieved, been given, and am getting to live into.
One thing I am always grateful for is… you.
If this year has taught me anything, it’s that the stories we tell ourselves—both good and bad—are only faint reflections of life’s deeper Truths. Meaning shapes and reshapes itself. Fears and hopes dance an endless tango. The great irony is that even though all we can truly lay claim to is this one moment and its one breath—there is a depth there, if only we can learn to see it, that is everything.
As my life radically reshapes itself with this move, I come back again and again with gratitude for all of you who let me do what I do—who show up to read the blog posts and to support my work by purchasing books or joining my Patreon. But it’s more than that.
Our stories may be ever-changing, but they are what grant meaning to it all. One of the stories I get to live is that the spinning of good tales matters—and I am blessed to get to examine that deeply, to teach, to share, and to walk with all of you in your own stories—both those on paper and those out here in the wind and fire of real life.
This has been an intense year for pretty much all of us, for many reasons. As those of us in the Northern Hemisphere wander into the darkness of the winter months, may we seek the truths in the shadow on our way back to the light. If the archetypal shape of story teaches us nothing else, it teaches us that this is the way.
Happy Thanksgiving, everyone! Thank you for being here with me. Thank you for listening and learning. Thank you for telling your stories!
You know what I always say…. “There’s no such thing as just a story.”
P.S. Only a handful of days left on my Black Friday sale: 25% off every product in my store, including my books, workbooks, courses, software, and writing meditations.
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