Following up on yesterday's discussion thread, about how our lives are imperfect, I thought we might today share some of the ways in which our lives are lovely—that is, some of the ways that our lives make us happy and for which we are grateful, even (and maybe especially) if those things don't conform to common narratives about what should make us content, or what well-lived lives are supposed to look like.
Some of these things for which we are appreciative, about which we are joyful, may be evidence of privilege (or relative privilege). Some of them may be ours in spite of a lack of privilege. Which is which may not be apparent. I ask that we refrain from judging one another, and we engage in this thread with a spirit of gratitude that includes acknowledgement there are others with more, and others with less, and honoring the good things in our own lives is not undertaken at anyone else's expense.
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