Thanksgiving.
Rampant commercialism and historical racism aside, I think Thanksgiving is a nice idea. It's generally good to just sit back and appreciate what you have going for you. And to watch Joey from Friends get a turkey stuck on his head and put on his thanksgiving pants and being thankful for cool autumn breezes AND thongs.
So in the spirit of the occasion, I am thankful for:
My ever supportive mommas and sis, unconventional though they may be, we’re probably one of the happiest households I know, I couldn’t even try to explain how much I love them. My awesome grandparents for their constant love, and needless to say the parcels of chocolate and knitted goods! My dad and step-family, far away though we may be. My honorary grandma Auntie M, who has always shown such care and interest in me and my sister that I can only hope we are making her proud.
I am thankful for everyone that has helped me get to Uni and the people that keep me here. My boyfriend, who is so good and kind (and patient!) I don’t know why he puts up with me. My friends; it took a long time for me to finally settle down into a social circle and good things definitely came to those who waited. Beard and Beef’s house is my haven, the swimmers are my soul food, the recent graduates are a constant motivational reminder that I have to do as well as they did (!!) And, of course, the old faithfuls, my home lot. No matter how long I am away from them, whenever I return home it’s like I never left.
I am more recently thankful for my cognitive behavioral therapist, who is like my Auntie Kook, Uncle Westy and Dawn French rolled into one block of funny, re-assuring, helpful awesomeness. I’m MASSIVELY thankful that I have finally realised that the person that I thought I was, the person I didn’t like, was not me. And I’m thankful that the real me is actually pretty awesome.
... Big smushy love to us all on this grey, miserable day.