It seems hard to believe that another Thanksgiving is here, because like most folks my age, I feel as though they're coming faster and faster as the years go by. But all I have to do is look in the mirror and view the snow field where soft brunette hair used to grow in order to realize that time is indeed marching on, inexorably, toward eternity. This is not necessarily an unhappy thought. As a nurse, I've seen enough human pain and suffering to understand that it's a GOOD thing that earthly life doesn't go on forever; as an aging Baby Boomer whose body is showing some wear and tear, I'm absolutely delighted at the prospect of one day moving on to a place where my knees won't feel like ground glass and my back will no longer ache. I'm not in a hurry to get there, mind you......but even if I didn't believe in an afterlife, I can't say I'm sorry it all has to end. Which brings me back to Thanksgiving, which for me has always been a time to review the year that's fast departing, to reassess my priorities, and most especially to count my blessings. Ironically, much of this year has been filled with the kinds of events I couldn't imagine being thankful for: getting pneumonia in February which left me feeling weak and ill for over a month; my husband's health problems that eventually forced him into early retirement; my own knee problems and subsequently being laid off from a job I loved; months of unemployment and trying to survive on half our usual income; the depression and despair that accompanied the fear that I might never make it back........that my nursing career, and the lifestyle I'd enjoyed because of it, was over. I didn't know that the right job was just around the corner. I didn't understand that God puts us exactly where we are supposed to be, not necessarily where we want to be (or think we want to be). When I didn't get any of the hospice jobs I'd applied for, I was bitterly disappointed; now that I'm where I was meant to be, it's easy to see why I didn't get any of those positions. All of the agencies where I applied have major problems; my assisted living facility has nothing more than a little sinus condition. I work with nurses from four different hospices and see how unhappy they are with their employers, how much driving and paperwork they have to do, how many hours they really put in without extra pay, and I'm thankful I have only that 40-minute commute to deal with and a nice warm building I can call my "home away from home". I'm thankful that not only has my career risen like the proverbial phoenix from the ashes, but that I've landed in the kind of workplace that I'd thought existed only in a nurse's imagination: a place where management and staff work shoulder-to-shoulder, together. Where instead of getting thrown under a bus for making a tough decision that goes against the economic interest of the facility (but was the right one for the resident), I'm given the full support of my administrator and the corporation. Where the systems are firing on all eight cylinders and I've had to make only minor changes and do some staff education. Where the staff is willing and eager to learn everything I have to teach them, and they take direction in the spirit in which it's meant. I keep pinching myself, afraid that this is all a dream and I'm going to wake up back on the floor of that last nursing home where I just about ran myself to death. But after five weeks---long enough for the honeymoon to be over---I still feel like I've found Paradise. I'm thankful that nursing still offers so much flexibility, even for those of us who are older and hold 'only' an associate's degree. While I was writing the "Fired After 50" series, I was shocked to find so many nurses in my position and worse; and even though I was extremely fortunate, I HAVE to believe that there are more jobs out there for seasoned professionals who may not have a BSN and/or cannot handle the physical demands of floor nursing. Hang in there, my friends.......somewhere, your perfect job awaits! I'm thankful for finally achieving work-life balance. Even though I truly love my job, I also have learned to fully appreciate my family and home. There is now a place for everything: marriage, grown kids, grandchildren, church, hobbies, even a social life apart from work. I work hard, but I play hard too. I just wish I hadn't gained so much weight back from being so sedentary after my surgery and overeating thanks to the accompanying depression; guess I can't have everything the way I want it, eh? Besides.........that's what New Year's resolutions are for. I'm also thankful for: My son coming home from Iraq, safe and sound and considerably more grown-up than the young man we sent to war last fall; Our "miracle baby", Hayden---a year ago, our daughter was facing a hysterectomy due to precancerous changes of her cervix and ovarian dysfunction. Then, the very week she was scheduled to ship out to Afghanistan, she found out she was pregnant. If I hadn't been thoroughly convinced of God's existence prior to this astounding series of events, it would have put me squarely in His court for good, because there's simply no way that it was an accident. Thank You, Lord! Falling in love with my husband of thirty years, all over again. Now that he's retired and the kids are all grown, we've rediscovered each other as husband and wife and recharged our bond for this long final leg of the journey. We have fun grocery shopping together, talking about our hopes and dreams together, even taking naps together in our matching La-Z-Boys. What could be better? And of course, I'm thankful for all of my friends here at Allnurses.com. I've been on this forum for over eight years, and though I've never physically 'met' more than a handful of you, I feel like I know you---and you know me---as well, or better, than most of the people I'm around every day. I've told you things even my husband and sister don't know, and I've always been able to count on you to set me straight whenever I was fresh out of answers and running a quart low on energy. Most of all, I'm thankful for being able to maintain an attitude of gratitude throughout the hard times.......even when I'd reached my low point in August, even when it looked like we might lose our house because we couldn't make the payments and there were no decent job prospects in sight. I knew things could be a lot worse, and was grateful that they weren't; after all, there are no guarantees in life, and none of us 'deserves' to have anything handed to us. Many people have lost everything in this recession---not only their jobs but their savings, their homes, their way of life---and yet somehow, we managed to keep a roof over our heads and gas in the car. It was strange how things came together when we most needed them to do so; a little money would come in just when the lights were about to be turned off, or one of the kids would just happen to find a great sale on coffee or dog food and drop off their 'extras', or I'd pick up just enough hours of work to augment the unemployment checks without losing benefits entirely. Sometimes, it's these seemingly insignificant and random acts of Fate that keep a person going.......and for that, I will be forever grateful. Happy Thanksgiving! May your homes be full of food and family, may your patients be stable, and may you always find something to be thankful for......not only today, but every day of the year. ?