Today I am grateful for
- I am grateful for life
- I am grateful for hope
- I am grateful for possibility
- I am grateful for win-win scenarios
- I am grateful for bubble baths and deep sleeps and comfort food
- I am grateful for family and friends
- I am grateful for those who make themselves present in my life
- I am grateful for the love I do have
- I am grateful for my home
- I am grateful for my car
- I am grateful for my work
- I am grateful for my income
- I am grateful for lessons
- I am grateful for practice
- I am grateful for people who gift me with service, with their time, with their place
- I am grateful for music and the way it speaks to my soul
- I am grateful for the melodies that keep bubbling up inside me
- I am grateful for my sight
- I am grateful for my intuition
- I am grateful for my dish washer
- I am grateful for washers and dryers
- I am grateful for giant bath tubs
- I am grateful for cocoa butter lotion
- I am grateful for big cozy tea mugs
- I am grateful for "Do Not Disturb" mode
- I am grateful for letting go
- I am grateful for that sweet sweet little girl who just wants to sing and dance and go for ice cream. The little girl who loves to bake and will eat an entire batter of brownies if permitted. The little girl who's favorite cake is confetti because her aunt Norma would bake it from scratch every year for her birthday. The little girl who wrestled with her white and brown border collie mix in the grass until she discovered what bugs were and ran inside. The little girl who would sit on the back porch and talk to her dog like she was her only friend. Because sometimes she was. The little girl who no one could get out of the pool for food or sunscreen or anything. The little girl who didn't know she was fat until somebody told her. The little girl who walked around shamelessly in a two piece until someone told her she could not. The little girl who had hair down to her butt until she decided to give herself bangs just like her mama. The little girl who had her very own arts and crafts table and marker sets and every crayon you could imagine and blank sheets of white paper for decades. The little girl who had a crystal angel by her bedside that would light up all the colors of the rainbow. The little girl who had a beaded curtain to get into her under-the-bunk-bed hide out. The little girl who had a giant stuffed purple rabbit that she permitted her uncle to hold while she talked to him about the mysteries of life for hours and hours because he couldn't talk back. The little girl who tried to recreate episodes of I Love Lucy in a problem solving scenario that involved large amounts of cookie batter and no one getting any cookies. The little girl who did cry over spilled milk. A whole gallon of spilled milk. The little girl who grew up when grocery stores weren't open 24 hrs and if we were out of something you just had to deal with it. The little girl who had a round wooden dining table with a table cloth held down by a round thick sheet of glass. The little girl who's house had sliding glass doors held shut by an old walking cane "just in case" all the murderers decided to stop by. The little girl who laughed louder than a firecracker and still does. The little girl who was known for her yell at the Paul Taylor Field House. The little girl who screamed RTTO and cheered louder than the loudest cheerleader at every game. The little girl who refused to go unseen. The little girl who proudly demonstrated twirking to her mother because she thought it was the right thing to do. The little girl who ran. Every day. All summer. In a 100 degree+ garage. The little girl who never gave up. the little girl who wouldn't get off her bike. Wouldn't stop practicing. The little girl who was so upset she couldn't go outside when her parent's weren't home so she always was when they were. The little girl who found adventure and magic and British accents following the boy who lived. The little girl who pressed play on the first movie and then tried to finish reading the book before the credits rolled. The little girl who would whimper "thought you ought to know" and then throw her body violently onto the nearest bed, sofa, or lounge chair. The little girl who loved potato and egg and chorizo and egg and chips ahoy and oreos and cinnamon toast crunch and fruity pebbles and fruit loops and apple jacks and pops and pb&j and turkey and mayo and white bread and chicken nuggets and Chili's chicken crispers and their chocolate volcano cake served hot and fresh with a scoop of cold ice cream, or the apple pie from Luby's and the fried fish with the tartar sauce and corn and mashed potatoes and those little mints that melted in your mouth. Or the brownies with nuts from Bill Miller's and the sweet tea. Or the slushies with nerds from Sonic. Or georgia mud pie blizzards from dairy queen. Or chicken sandwiches from Bobby J's. Or Chick fil a. Or two Jack in the box chicken patties and a slice of carrot cake from Jack in the box. Or the street tacos. Or cinnamon twists from Taco Bell or the apple pies from McDonald's. Chocolate milk in a small carton at scoll or friday hamburgers that we always got on field trips and for special events. The burgers that came in those aluminum foil bags packaged inside of an actual brown bag. The burgers always smelt like metal, but I liked it. And those weird days when I would try the strawberry milk. And Nesquick.
- Standing up for myself, my beliefs, my values, my actions, my needs, my desires
- Saying no
- Saying yes
- Saying maybe