Thankful For 2017
Thanksgiving is usually when folks reflect back on the year and think of our blessings. In spite of the challenges that 2017 has thrown us, we still have been blessed. I am certainly counting all of my blessings this year. I haven’t really said what has transpired in the last few months, but the time between May and now have been a whirlwind of major life events: starting a new job with a major health insurer in midtown Atlanta, welcoming our first child Lucas Todd into the world, buying a house in Braselton, and selling our house in Flintstone. It has been challenging, but achievable, process. I’m certainly thankful to have a supportive wife throughout all of this…all while being either pregnant or taking care of a newborn while we were making the transition.
Moving from northwest Georgia to the metro area has necessitated some adjustments, like my morning commute. I went from a 20-minute commute everyday to a commute between 50 minutes to 90 minutes four days a week depending on when I leave (thank goodness for the Peach Pass). I’ve gotten some looks like “I pity your soul” when I tell them my commute time, but I don’t really mind it. Audiobooks and podcasts certainly make the trip more tolerable. There is a lot of griping about traffic around the metro Atlanta area (although, have you seen the pictures of LA traffic during Thanksgiving travel?), but rather we should be thankful for the growth and prosperity we are experiencing in our state.
We have challenges facing us as Georgians and as Americans, but today let’s be thankful for the things we have and celebrate with friends and family.
Happy Thanksgiving.
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I’m grateful Donald Trump is our President.
Like I’ve said many times, please post more, Mike. Virtual fist bump!
Overall it has also been a very good year for me and mine for which I am of course thankful. I am also thankful to have the net allowing me to read the news that matters, ignore that which does not along with the talking heads, and avoid most of the insanity to which our national politics has succumbed.
I watched my 30 minute commute from extreme North Gwinnett devolve to 90 or more through the years prior to retiring and audiobooks were my only solace. I still listen to them frequently while doing chores or sitting in waiting rooms. The reader can lend almost as much as the author on fiction fare but I could listen to George Guidall read the phone book.
Braselton is not the “metro” area.
Close enough.
Happy Thanksgiving, Indy.
Flintstone? Who did you sell to, Barney Rubble?