My life is pretty blessed. I’m humbled by thankfulness every day. I’ll be doing something ordinary and BAM! All I can think is, This. is. so. awesome.
So, I’m thankful for my family and my health and my home and my friends, blah blah blah. Can we just assume that? I don’t want anyone to say I left them out. Today, however, I want to mention some of the other stuff I’m grateful for.
I’m thankful for glasses cleaner. Even though I don’t use it as much as I need to. After I do, however, the world seems so much clearer to me.
I’m thankful that my son isn’t hacked about my writing. I’m thankful he doesn’t read my writing. He’s thankful his friends don’t know I’m a writer. They think I run a cafe.
I’m thankful for the health food store down the street. Who thought drinking green stuff would feel so good? I might actually stop eating like a twelve-year-old. Not a moment too soon. I’m sure I’m on the AARP watchlist.
I’m thankful my son isn’t on Facebook. If he’s anything like me, he’d get even less done than he already does.
I’m thankful for hot showers and great smelling shower gel. I’m a total sucker for that stuff.
I’m thankful for Red Infeld strings. They make my violin sound better despite my personal flaws. It’s sort of like musical Spanx.
I’m thankful my neighbors don’t see my husband running down the street barefoot at 4:30 a.m. with a headlamp. I’m thankful he does it, however, because he’s looking fine.
I’m thankful for Wordsmith Studios. They’ve totally changed my experience that writers are cranky loners who think everyone’s writing sucks–except theirs, of course. Before I met them, I was the only writer I knew.
I’m thankful for the Katie’s Ladies. We’re going to need a bigger table soon.
I’m thankful for all of the people who read this blog. You rock. Have a great holiday.
J. B. Everett