The term “thanksgiving” is defined in most dictionaries as ‘an expression of gratitude’.
Around this time of the year, I get really humbled. There’s this feeling that permeates my day-to-day as I take to heart the meaning of Thanksgiving, in a basic way. As an expression of gratitude.
Because I have a lot to be grateful for.
I have a lot of love, support, and kindness in my life now.
I’m so grateful for change.
The changes in my life that have brought me to the place I am in life. The changes I’ve decided to make on my own. The fact that I, as a human being, do not exist in a fixed or forced state and I can change.
My family. My friends. My job. And family includes my dog.
I think I take a lot of things for granted. Things the homeless people I see every week are suffering from lack of. A place to live. My own bed. Food. Heart and air conditioning. Running water. Electricity. And I have more than that. I have conveniences. A phone. Internet. Music. Cable. Books.
I am overwhelmingly grateful for the few true and unbelievably real friends I have who know what I’m going through and offer me understanding, honestly, love, patience, an ear to bend, and a shoulder to lean on (even through the internet).
My family is such a blessing. I have learned so much from them. I can never number the greatness of experience and support I have gained because of them.
Not to mention that my family and friends have always supported me through my writing endeavors. Even the past year as I haven’t written a single creative word. And I probably went a bit mad because of it.
I have learned so much.
I turned twenty-four recently and though I am a late bloomer in life and wish that I’d been published by now, gained a job sooner, and gathered my health enough to function sooner – I am finding that I’m actually glad what has happened has followed the path and timeline it has.
I cannot thank the kind people in my life enough. It’s a new experience for me, kindness.
I am so ever grateful for love. The impact it can have, if I allow it.
For the opportunities to grow and open my eyes.
For stories. For all the authors who helped me escape into another world.
The spark inside me (or, as Robin Williams put it, the spark of madness) that has always held me firm in the knowledge that I am a writer.
Also, the pain I’ve experienced. I’m not masochistic by any means, but suffering what I have allows the joy in my life now to really mean something beyond the capture of words.
Art in all its various forms. Beauty. Inspiration. Blogging. Chocolate (come on, you saw that one coming). Donuts! Hugs. Real emotion. Books, movies, music, and tv shows that create emotional resonance within me, spark something, ignite something raw. Quotes. Time. Life. Second chances. Earphones. Sweaters. Boots. Pillows. Notebooks.
Men who see women as equal human beings and not sex toys. Women who don’t consider ‘being a man’ to mean jerk behavior, size, lack of emotions, arrogance, coldness, being controlling, or the kind of car he has. I’m glad for equal rights for women.
Those who love their pets and fight for animal rights and against animal abuse.
Did I mention donuts? Thank you donuts, for being so cheap.
I am grateful for the chance to live in this crazy world and create a life of my own, one with meaning. There is so much in my life that I am grateful for. It is so much clearer, easier to see now that I feel I’m beginning to see through my own eyes and feel via my own heart.
I am thankful for hope.
What are you thankful for?