Thanksgiving On An Island Day 5

With a belly full of delicious meals, a notepad full of quirky southern sayings, and a photo album full of memories... I leave the island. 

Gratitude is a trendy word; The woke among us have taken 'to do lists' of highly ambitious people, and turned them into 'gratitude lists'; #blessed is on the top ten social media hashtags; telling people you are 'grateful for them' is the new millennial 'I love you.' Trends are often minimized of their significance, underestimated, brushed aside... but gratitude is more than a trend: gratitude keeps us SANE and not
hyper-critical and judgmental of each other AND ourselves. 

So here I am. Full of so much, and grateful while I am at it.
Grateful for the meals, the company, the laughs, the adventures, the family gossip, the southern innuendos, the oil rig boat tour, the fishing, the helicopter flying, the covid discussions, the love... the love. The love.

And to think, a week ago I wasn't sure if I should go. I didn't think that my island time would be worth it.
​Today I am grateful to have been WRONG.