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Time for Thanks

What a whirlwind adventure this year has brought to me in writing!  I had hoped that this year would propel me into the world of an writer, but could never have expected just how much progress I'd be able to make in becoming the authoress I've always dreamed of being.  As I sit and reflect on how much I have to be thankful for this year, the list is astoundingly long.

I've been given the blessings of a career change, the opportunity to write both online and in print, the completion of one novel and the beginnings of a second, a position creating content for a wonderful company on the verge of exploding in a joyful mess of growth and progress, the support of friends and strangers, and even more that I can't think of right now.

This year hasn't been all roses and double rainbows, and it certainly hasn't been the easiest year for our family; but it has been a year of personal and professional growth, a reminder that I have an incredible family to lean on when times are tough, and continued support of my dear friends.

To those of you who have been with me during this year of struggle, accomplishment and organized chaos, thank you.  Each of you, whether you are a stranger who has commented on an article I wrote, my husband who has proof-read every single article and story I've written, or a friend who's listened to me gush over earning $10... every one of you has helped me to get to where I am and I sincerely thank you for your time, support and care.

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