"Life to you is a dashing and bold adventure."
That was the message inside the fortune cookie that I cracked open the other day in the newspaper's lunchroom.
A co-worker shook her head in agreement at the assessment.
I did, too.
There is a lot of dashing around going on in my life, courtesy of a job that keeps me hopping most any day, but the pace suits my metabolism and type A personality, and I like meeting people and being constantly reminded that everyone has a story to tell.
I think of myself as the one privileged to hear the tales, luckier yet to be the wordsmith vessel to share them with you.
I'm probably bolder than I've ever been, having adopted as my 2011 personal slogan that "Hey, I'm 53 - what am I waiting for?"
That explains why I finally got a horse of my own to gallop off into the sunset, every ride reaffirmation that it was worth the wait, that anticipation trumps instant gratification (not that I would have minded having a pony when I was a kid).
And most days are an adventure in one way or another, even the ones that are punctuated with a routine that has a comfortable familiarity to it from start to finish.
Four days shy of Thanksgiving, I'm grateful for all of that and more, because being thankful never goes out of style for me.
Not this year, that's delivered its share of loss and gain.
Not last year.
And not any of the years of my life for that matter.
There's always something to appreciate, including the other night when we lugged in all the bags of groceries at the end of what had been another l-o-n-g day.
When we might have expressed a regret to have yet another thing to do before we could sit down and do nothing for the rest of the evening, the words of my mother came to mind.
People should never complain about having groceries to unload, food to put in the cupboards and refrigerator.
Amen to that.
Yes, I'm thankful.
The glass is more than half full in my life, thanks to so many things.
That includes my husband, my Better Half, who supports, encourages and loves me even in my menopausal moments.
That includes my children, who make me proud to be their mother.
That includes my family.
That includes my church
That includes my co-workers, who are like an extended family.
That includes you readers.
And that includes the gift of life - each and every day of it.
Grateful I am, and I hope you find things to be thankful for as well.
I wish you all a Happy Thanksgiving, hoping that it will be a dashing and bold adventure in yet another day of your life.
(Kiaski, a resident of Steubenville, is a staff columnist for the Herald-Star and The Weirton Daily Times and community editor for the Herald-Star. She can be contacted at firstname.lastname@example.org.)