Most of the time I think about tangible things that I am grateful for—concrete things, like David, chocolate, a day without snow, a day without cat vomit, an aroma diffuser, a deep, deep DEEP tissue massage, a really good book…
But today I felt grateful for possibility.
The possibility that an idea may develop into something, the prospect that the IBC could actually insure all the programs “in bulk” and thus lower the cost for all the producers; the hope that one of our documentaries can give someone the impetus to change their untenable situation…
When I was a sophomore in high school I starred in Sing. I really don’t remember much about it—though at weird times the lines of the play stream back, uninvited, clogging my brain. I played Pandora. So I guess I’ve had a long-term relationship with Hope. And although in times past, I was hard-pressed to feel very hopeful, thinking instead that there was no hope, no “light” at the end of the tunnel, no possibility that things would get better, that was a long time ago. Now I consider the possibilities of each day…and for that I am grateful.
