This is not what I planned to post. But then I got a bit of a cold. And well, this is what must happen sometimes. And maybe it happened for a reason.

Maybe I was meant to draw a weird, colorful turkey instead of getting all serious about the holidays. Maybe I was meant to have a slight cold that provided me the opportunity to rest for a couple of days before the mayhem of the holidays. Maybe.

Or perhaps there is no reason, and this is what it is. I, behind my publishing schedule, decided to do one post instead of getting two in this week. Maybe.

Lots of maybes in this life. And who knows why things happen the way they do. And I roll with it the best I can. This is me rolling with it.

This is me telling you all to have a great Thanksgiving. Take care of yourself first. To try, as hard as it can be at times, to remember that there are thanks to be given. And thanks to be received.

To all those out there fighting your demons, know that you are not alone. As much as your brain will try to tell you that you are, you are not. I am here.

As I write this, I am trying not to allow my anxiety to get in the way of what will undoubtedly be a great holiday—a day filled with family, fun, and food. And at the end of it, despite my anxiety trying to tell me otherwise, I will have a great time.

I hope that you do as well.