Since I have a rare moment of free time, I thought I would post the obvious Thanksgiving Day entry. I try to be thankful for something every day, but sometimes in the day-to-day it can be hard to stop and remember that no matter how shitty I might feel or how bad of a day I’m having, someone else somewhere else is having a worse time. But some of the things I’m thankful for on a daily basis are:
My awesome boyfriend Ian. He is so good to me, especially lately when I haven’t been home much and he’s been picking up my slack around the house and having dinner ready for me when I get home. I don’t know what I did to deserve him, but I’m thankful for life we’re building together.
My health. Especially with what I went through last year with my surgery, I am thankful to be back in the swing of things, so to speak. I’ve been sick for a week now with what I’m pretty sure is the worst cold virus in the history of man, but I’m still thankful that it’s all I have to be concerned about now.
My job. I can honestly say I work for the greatest company ever. EVER. Everyone is so different, yet I feel like we all mesh together so well–and we actually have fun at work. And I am pretty weird, but they still embrace me as one of their own. And they throw awesome parties. And we have beer Fridays. AND WE ARE GETTING THE WHOLE WEEK OF CHRISTMAS OFF!!!
My cats. You people without cats probably can’t understand this, but there is something so soothing about a cat’s purr. When I wake up in the morning (or the middle of the night) and feel a cat purring at my head or my side, it’s one of the best feelings in the world. It’s therapeutic.
My friends. We don’t have to see each other every day or every week to stay close, we just do. They are each so amazing in their own way, and I’m thankful to be surrounded by such a display of talent, humor and caring.
My family. Yeah, we’re dysfunctional, but who the hell isn’t? My mom is always there when I need her, reminding me she loves me and telling me to take care of myself even when I feel I don’t deserve it. My sisters are my cohorts in survival—they’re the only ones who understand what it’s like to have survived my dad, and we’re finally (almost) at the point where we can laugh at it instead of cry.
My life isn’t perfect, but it’s my life. And I can’t really think of anything I’d like to change about it.