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Last Thursday was the day for giving thanks. As I prepared to meet a friend for Thanksgiving dinner, I started to reflect on the past year; and I had much to be thankful for.

I’m not a person who easily expresses what they feel in their heart. Verbally, that is. But when I’m writing, it all flows out, like a stream of unconscious thought applied to paper — or computer screen in this case. So, here it goes …

At this time a year ago, Brit and I launched our first book, Emerald Prince. Today we are busy working on our next historical romance and plan to release the third of our individual prior titles into e-book format in the next few weeks. Each and every day, I am thankful B got in touch with me. That was almost two years ago. This whole experience, and B, has given me back something I had put aside, the love of writing.

About a year ago I had also started a contract project for a new company, Family Architects. The founder, a former co-worker, was finally in need of my help to develop custom templates for a new process designed for divorce mediation. That’s my specialty, automated document generation. Yes, I swing back and forth from writing code, to writing stories, a wide spectrum to be sure.

By the first of February, I was offered a permanent position with the company, ending my long three-year job search. But it was much more than that; I found my place. They allow me to play to my strengths and challenge me in new and exciting ways as we build this start-up business. It is a perfect fit.

How does a person express sufficient gratitude to others for saving their life? I was immersed in the dark game of survival, years bleeding into one another as I maneuvered through life, with fear and despair a constant companion. A bit dramatic? Not at all. Until you’ve walked in those shoes, you cannot know what lingers in the shadows of the long-term, unemployed mind.

Between Brit Darby and Family Architects, I am getting my life back into order, and, more importantly, looking forward to a future with hopes and dreams put back into play. Has fate been in charge all along? Despite the three agonizing years I endured, is this what destiny had planned for me? Am I where I am meant to be?

I’m not certain I know the answer, but I’d like to think I’m at this place in my life for a reason. And for the first time in many years, I’m at a great place, a happy place. So thank you to Patricia McAllister and Michelle Crosby for helping get me here. I am grateful to have you both in my life.