Really grateful?

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In giving thanks there are somethings that at first glance do not seem praiseworthy but with the benefit of time and hindsight one becomes truly grateful so today I am giving thanks for:

Being moved out of my comfort zone!

Seperations!

Going slowly and steadily!

Harsh words!

Silence!

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