Thankful

I am thankful for the many amazing friends I currently have in my life, new and old. I am thankful for my health. For my companion. For my (in)sanity. I am thankful for my insecurities, my pain and that dull ache in my chest that used to be there.

I am thankful for solo Greyhound trips across the country. I am thankful for LIFE. For the smoggy, polluted, city-living air I get to breathe every godamn day. I am thankful for traffic and how it luls me to sleep. I am thankful for the guy who ran the red on St. Patrick and came 2 inches to killing me instantly that one time.

I am thankful for all my hurts, lost treasures and forgotten memories. I am thankful for my gift of writing, for my opinions and for my flawless intuition. I’m thankful for the cat hair filling up my nose. I’m thankful for love. I’m thankful for the man across the street who is so kind to me. I’m thankful for the long stares across traffic between strangers.

I’m thankful for my cooking abilities, for my inherent talent for picking up the wrong ingredients and making things anyway, for being clumsy and terrified at the checkout counter and for always dropping things.

I’m thankful for my anxiety, my fear and my twisted up gut. I’m thankful for the wind. I’m thankful for my amazing sense of finding humor in everything, for my contagious laugh that I adore, and for the smile that made me so insecure.

I am thankful for my pretty green eyes, my tattoos and my thick ankles that never look right in my shoes. I’m thankful for my shoes, too.

I’m thankful for the internet, for microwaves and World of Warcrack. I’m thankful for Raid Buckets, 50 DKP Minus, wicked looking hoodies and people with Style. I’m thankful for way-too-big-sunglasses, way-too-tall-high-heels and way-too-sexy-sundresses. I’m thankful for you. And for me.

I’m thankful for mashed potatoes, homemade baked goods and the smell of my kitchen. I’m thankful for my view. For all the strangers that I meet for a second every day. For too-cold beers and warm vodka.

I am thankful for pain, and lust, and love. For loneliness, persistence and spontaneity. Hope and doubt. Freedom! And loss. Security and abandonment.

For it is through all of these things, everything, where I find myself. My true self.