Over the last several days I have been thinking about family.
I've had several things happen around me, that I've been told about or I've read about or whatever which reminded me that not everyone has the sort of family that I do. A lot of the stories have made me gasp in horror and wonder, how can anyone live like that? Family's family. It's not something that's easy for me to understand, often shocking me. But for others it is a fact of life.
So, yeah. As much as at times I might fight with my family, they might really annoy me or frustrate me and make me wish they would GO AWAY and LEAVE ME ALONE - I have a great relationship overall with my family. And for that I am very blessed.
There are things I would change - but compared to some people they are little things, the incidentals that don't really matter. And I know (and they know) that, when the chips are down, they are there for me as I am for them. No questions asked.
Even if it meant doing something tough.
It's not really a big deal - it's just something that's been driven home to me a few times these last couple of days and I wanted to record that here.
I have a family that loves me, likes me, supports me, helps me. lets me try, lets me fail, cheers my successes and is there for me but lets me fly and have space.
I am incredibly lucky.