Reduce, reuse, recycle, right? In the interest of conserving (my) energy, here is a post a wrote one year ago on my old blog. I’ve added a couple of things here and there, but since so much remains the same, I’m throwing it out there one more time. I couldn’t get the spacing to work correctly so I hope it’s not too much of a pain to read. Happy Thanksgiving, everyone!
The “What I’m Thankful For” writing prompt is about as fresh as MySpace. Yes it’s corny, yes it’s played out, but there’s still something kind of wonderful about sitting down and reflecting on all the blessings in your life, especially when times are a little tough.
This is the type of writing piece I would typically approach well into a second glass of wine, to really get that overly emotional, weepy feeling flowing. But this time, let’s mix it up, shall we? Rather than write it with evening’s mellow glow and edit it with a coffee buzz, I’m gonna go at it right now, 7 a.m., and see what happens.
For simplicity’s sake, let’s take it as a given that I’m grateful for my whole extended family and their love and continued good health, etc. etc.
I’m thankful, as I always am, for hot and cold indoor plumbing. This is no joke. It’s the first thing I think of every year when I start feeling grateful. Getting out of bed and walking just a couple steps to a hot, steamy shower is just about the best, isn’t it? Take a minute and marinate on that thought.
Ready? Okay, let’s move on.
I’m thankful for my incredible friends. I haven’t done everything just the way I’ve wanted to in life, but I have done a great job cultivating smart, interesting, hilarious people for friends. Yay me.
I’m thankful for the Interwebs. Nope, not the porn, weirdos. Seriously, life has been revolutionized – mostly for the better – by this amazing thing. As just the tiniest example, I love that at 5:30 I can open the fridge, see what I have, type it in to Google and have 50 options to make for dinner.I’m thankful I didn’t grow up in the age of sexting. Or, despite what I just wrote above, the Internet. Jesus, this is a tough time to be a teenager! As rough as it was for us, we weren’t expected to send pictures of our naughty bits to boys we had a passing crush on. Oh, and Pinterest!
I’m thankful to live in Atlanta. And specifically among the pack of weirdos and misfits in Grant Park. Just kidding, you guys. (No, I’m not.) I love how green it is, I love the seasons, I love that while people may not always be super friendly, they are a hell of a lot friendlier than people in other parts of the country. You may not love the interaction you have with the CVS cashier, but at least you will have one.
Stock photos are fun.