A little ritual of giving thanks, inspired by this.
Dear: Aerobics Instructor
Thanks for being a former Grateful Dead follower, doula turned dance instructor, herbalist hippy chick and Jewish Mommy. You help me believe in the power of change...something I'm often fearful of. Oh, and thanks for teaching an aerobics class that feels more like a dance class and leaves me feeling both fierce and graceful all at the same time.
Dear: Youngest Child.
Thanks for being loud and outrageous. Sometimes I think "Oh man, this kid is more than I can handle". But, the truth is, you teach me how to be a better parent.
Dear: The Many Friends Who Have Said "Of Course You Could Do That!!"
Thanks. Your encouragement and thoughtful pieces of advice are just the injection of courage that I need.
2 months ago