In case no one has noticed, my life isn't great right now. In fact, I could describe most days as thoroughly crappy. Even when my life isn't simmering in muck, this time of year typically brings sorrow and dismay for me.
So, in an effort to wade through the crappiness instead of drowning in it, I have made a commitment to count my blessings. For the next sixty-one days over at Dear Life, I plan to count my blessings. And maybe by January 1, my outlook on life won't be nearly as dim.