I worked incredible hours for a very long time and became quite successful before I got sick. I'm sure I had some gratitude. But honestly, what I really had was a sense of entitlement. I had all these things, this position, because I worked so hard. Because I was good at what I did. Because I planned better than other people. It was all me. Really, I was grateful to me. I thought I was special. Which I am. But we all are special.

Now, I have lost essentially everything. I fortunately did plan well for a disaster, so I do have a modicum of money to live off, but it is very, very humble. A different universe compared to what I used to do. Am I bitter? To be honest, at times, yes. Yes, I am. But I don't stay there long. Because what I really am is grateful. I ride past a bunch of homeless campers on most of my routes here, pretty much every day. That could be me. It should be me. If not for a little, tiny bit of prudent planning and decision-making I did in, like, 1993 when the world was my oyster, if not for that, I would be homeless. Grace of God.

So, I am grateful today for food in the fridge. For shelter. So grateful for shelter. For my ability to buy my meds. For my physical health, which allows me to exercise and get out of the house every day. For my children, even though I don't currently get to see either of them. Maybe some day. For my father, whom I don't really see. Maybe soon. For the couple of friends I still have. For everyone here on PC, who quite literally, I do believe, saved my life. Because I was done. But I'm better now. And lastly, for God, without whom I would never have made it this far. Lots to be grateful for.

Okay, so now, I am going to try to do this tag thing. Not really a computer person. Here goes: @CANDC.