Tonight I went to another new moon ritual with a local group. The new moons are reserved for the women who participate and I find that I am drawn to this, more than the full moon where everyone is welcome. I never thought I would be, but here I am.

We made a little jingly jangly thing where we would string a bell for each thing we are thankful for and feel blessed by. I didn’t think about it until after, when everyone shared the things they were thankful for, that mine all involved other people and nothing for myself.

I am thankful that there is a group like this to work with, I am thankful for my husband, my kids, having a ‘job’ doing something I love and making money at it, the opportunity to teach others, my dad, my in laws, etc.

Not one bell was strung for myself. It wasn’t conscious and I don’t feel that I am not thankful for myself and blah blah blah. I mean, I love me. Really. But the $100,000 question is why are others always in the forefront of my mind with myself as an afterthought? Hmm… No answers necessary, simply rhetorical.