I’m writing this on Thanksgiving Day in America. I’m sitting in the home where I was born and raised for my entire life. My family is scattered around the room just a few short feet away.
As I sit back and think about what I’m thankful for this year, I’ve settled on one thing that seems to have made the difference in my life over and over again. I’m thankful that I believe in myself.
This quality is partially who I am and partially a result of the family and friends that have supported me throughout my life. Regardless of where it comes from, it is the one quality that allows me to not only talk about what I’m grateful for, but also to live it out.