Don’t get me wrong–I’m oh-so-very thankful for my bitchin’ family and friends, a meaningful job that holds up the roof over my head and a strong, healthy* body that, with some guidance and patience, does most everything I ask of it.
*Ugh. Minus the 13-day-and-counting cold/sinus infection/plague I’m fighting at the moment. This too shall pass. With a lot of drugs and kleenex.
I’m lucky. I know it. And I think about it every day.
But I’m also grateful for a lot of “smaller”—or at least less obvious—things in my life. Things that don’t always make the top-five list on Thanksgiving. That don’t rattle through my brain each night before I fall asleep. But make life so very sweet not unlike the sprinkles on a birthday cupcake that just make it SO FRIGGEN’ MUCH BETTER EVEN THOUGH THEY’RE JUST SUGAR AND DYE AND OMGGG I JUST FELL OVER THE EDGE OF GOOD.
Like having a stockpile of stuff that makes it easy to live an active life. Messy yoga mat cabinet, crowded bike room, overstuffed spandex drawer, I salute you all.
Like price alerts set for flights to favorite places and people (and the flexibility to take advantage of them).
Like evening family walks through the neighborhood during which we heartily critique people’s houses and dream about our own.
Like the “frustration” of having too many ideas, too many goals, too many adventures.
And like the fresh-outta-the-oven sweet potato cinnamon rolls I’m about to stuff my face with, snuggled up on the couch with my boys, before heading to an epic Friendsgiving celebration. Life is good.
Wishing you the happiest of t(of)urkey days!