In Which I Write a Sappy Thanksgiving Post

As I sit here writing this, a few days before Thanksgiving, I find myself debating about whether or not to write this post. Mostly because it's pretty much the week EVERYONE starts lamenting about how grateful and thankful and blessed they are -- and shouldn't we be doing that EVERYDAY? Shouldn't we be grateful and thankful more than just around the holidays? We should - but sometimes, we all need a little reminder that it's time to count our blessing and reflect. 

So I'm writing this today as a reminder. Both of where I've been, where I'm at and where I want to go. I never believed the theory that "so much can change in one year," when I was a child. But as I've grown into adulthood, I'm learning just how true that is. The last three years of my life have had more changes in it than any years past and you know what? They humble me. 

I've had some really really shitty times in the past couple years and some really amazing ones. But regardless of whether it's a good or bad time in my life, I need to remind myself of the blessings that I have. 

  • I am a smart, capable woman who has a great career and by all accounts - a dream job. I get to write books, help people write books, do what I'm good at doing. I get to sit in my pajamas and do the work! I get to take a nap in the middle of the day if I want. 
  • I have family and friends that support and love me - in spite of my bad habits and judgments and grumpy exterior sometimes. At any one time, I have no less than a dozen people I could pick up the phone and call if I were in trouble, or needed to talk to. 
  • I am able to channel my passions into creativity and enjoy the fruits of my labor. 
  • I have readers who love my words and tell me so and it makes my heart swell with pride and love that they are there. That I write for them. 

On Monday, I spent the day talking at my old High School to a group of creative writing students. Young adults who have yet to cross the precipice of the beginning of their adult life. They are cautious and curious and full of unbridled yearning to touch the real world. I admire that - because there is a sort of jadedness that comes from growing up. I watched their eyes light up when I told them that like a lot of them - I was told a lot what I "couldn't do," but that I stopped listening to those voices and instead turned to the ones that said, "you can." I watched them get excited when I explained that having a good job that pays well isn't something that is always linear -- or what society expects. That if you work hard and believe in what you want out of your life and take control of it yourself, you can do what everyone thinks is impossible. The economy is a scary thing right now and a lot of the generation is being told what they should do. The kind of jobs they should have. But I think it's important for them to hear that if that's not the direction they want to go, they don't have to limit themselves. They can do what they want so long as they have the drive and passion to do it.  

After the last question had been asked and I walked out to my car to drive home, I felt incredibly grateful and blessed to have that opportunity. That someone thought *I* was someone those kids could look up to. I've always known I wanted to help other and do something important with my life -- but I never guessed when I was younger that the way in which I would do that is by doing what I love to do and being me. My words help people. My knowledge helps people. 

And for that, I am beyond grateful, thankful and blessed. <3