Right now, I admit, I’m having a harder time than usual feeling thankful–which isn’t to say that I don’t have anything to be thankful for, but it’s harder to push through the clouds of fear and dread sounding this country and my family and friends. But in spite of all this, I’m thankful for so many things.
In no particular order, I’m thankful for:
The people who are fighting for the rights of the marginalized people in this world. They inspire me to do my part and refuse to give up.
My children who teach me daily how to be a better person. They’re brave and brilliant and unflinchingly afraid to be who they truly are. They’re amazing, and I wouldn’t change anything about them. That’s a lie. They could be a little better about doing dishes and cleaning litter boxes. But other than that? We’re good.
My husband who makes me laugh–even in the face of what seems like insurmountable bullshit. He’s also incredibly supportive and one of my best friends.
My family. I adore my family–seriously adore them. I’m the oldest of the five of us (three boys and two girls) and we’re all incredibly close. We’ve always got each other’s back. And we’re also good when it’s time for tough love, too. And our mom is, by far the very best one.
My amazing friends. I’m pretty sure I won the lottery with these women. They’re wise, supportive, hilarious, brilliant, generous, talented, kind, and they’ve got the tough love available when I need it.
My cats. Crazy cat lady writers are a bit of a cliché, but they keep me calm, cheer me up, make me laugh, and help me keep life in perspective.
Nature. I’m grateful for the wild places, the waves that pound against the shore, the riot of brilliant leaves in autumn, the explosion of scent and color in the spring, the intricate patterns of frost, and the ice that glistens on bare branches in winter, and the canopy of rustling summer leaves beneath the sky heavy with stars. All of these things speak to me and soothe my soul like few things can.
A roof over my head, food to eat, and clean water to drink. Circumstances aren’t particularly ideal at the moment, but they’re certainly not horrific, either. I’m grateful for what we have and that we’re together. Yeah…I know. That sounds cheesy. But whatevs.
The stories, music, and art that speak to me. I’m grateful for the creations that keep me sane, help me to see the world through a different lens, and help help me to escape when I need it.
Fabric, yarn, clay, and all the other bits and pieces of things that I use to make other things. I’m grateful that I have the ability to make things–both as a form of relaxation for myself and to bring a smile to others.
The freedom and ability to write and express myself. I’m also incredibly grateful to and honored by those who read what I’ve written. Thanks, guys. It’s incredibly appreciated.
I know I’m lucky. I have a world of privileges and options that so many others don’t. Someday, very soon, I hope I can add thankfulness for equality for all people to this list.
I’m thankful for more things. But I’m also tired AF, and right now, I’m especially thankful for clean, flannel sheets and a husband who’s warming up my side of the bed for me. Be sure to check out what Kellie and Paige are thankful for.