I'm thankful for my job.

You all know I lost my job last fall. And some of you know that I’ve been on a quest to find my dream job since I graduated from college. I have a job now, but it’s not a dream job. But it’s a job. And when the unemployment rate is at a 14-year high, that’s nothing to sneeze at.

So, even on days when I’m bored or frustrated or angry or irritated or anxious or discontent, I’m thankful for my job. The job that helps pay my bills and allow me to contribute to our family. The job that puts food on Photobaby’s table.

Specifically, I’m thankful that my job is close to home, so I don’t spend as much money on gas and I can go home for lunch and see Mark and Photobaby if I want to. With our tight budget and crazy schedule, those are two pretty big benefits.

So today, I’m thankful for my job.

When asked if my cup is half-full or half-empty,

my only response is that I am thankful I have a cup.
~ Sam Lefkowitz