in every moment, there is always so much to be thankful for.

*Always* has to survive the worst moments to be worth saying, and it doesn't quite. There are hours in a life where nothing is available and the honest response is simply to get through them.

A claim that can't accommodate grief tends to get abandoned entirely at the first real test, which is a shame, because the modest version is durable: usually, if you look, there's something. Often more than you expected. Occasionally nothing, and that's allowed.

A practice you can suspend on the worst day is one you'll still have on the next ordinary one.

Today, though — look. Something's there.