I know Fridays bring about all sorts of invitations to something, or announcing general huzzahs in the internet world. For example, the Twitter literary world generates #fridayreads, where tweeters (twits?) can list the books they’re reading.
I’m always reading, but more often than not, it’s a manuscript I requested, so it doesn’t qualify for Twitter’s #fridayreads…unless I end up publishing it, in which case I would DEMAND everyone read it.
But before I can get to the point of making demands, I have to read. A lot. The thing I love most about my job is the time I’m granted to soak up the words that have poured forth from others’ fingertips. I’ve learned so much from writers, and it humbles me that they’re willing to share their hearts and souls with me. The one I’m currently reading makes me glad to be alive because it’s so achingly fabulous.
Truly, I have the best job in the world, and I have all you writers to thank for it.
So I’ve decided to anoint Friday as #gratefulfriday because I think it’s nice to take one day out of seven to stop and remember the things that make you happy to be alive.
How ’bout you? What are you grateful for?