Change and loss, especially when it is abrupt is not easy.

The people around us, who love us are well meaning. They may say “when one door closes, another one opens” or “it was meant to be”.

As well meaning as they are, they cannot take away the hurt or the fear that accompanies this new and unexpected change.

As unsettling as this new challenge is, I have to remember my blessings.

I have a roof over my head and food when I am hungry. I have people in my life who love and support me.

If you are not new to my blog, you know that I live in New York City. Like any big city, it is commonplace to see a homeless person begging for change.

No matter how long this challenge takes, I must always remember to count my blessings. There is always someone in this world who has less than I have.

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