Thanksgiving

If there's anything my family instilled in me, it is the love of all things Holidays. I am cynical and sarcastic, I question and argue everything anybody says, but come Thanksgiving to Christmas I keep a tiny Christmas tree in my tiny apartment, hang stockings and ribbons on the wall, and would play all Christmas music if Dude would let me (he won't).

I am thankful for everything in my life, even those things about which I constantly complain, even those things that cause me anxiety attacks and headaches and make me not want to get out of bed in the morning. It was not too long ago that I lived in the Philippines and we had so little, and I know that it was only a stroke of luck, of chance, that I am in the position I am in today. And when I think about the problems I have now, all I have to do is think back to those days when I was so young, and suddenly my life is not so bad... in fact it's damn near fantastic, and I feel very small for even questioning that.

Have a happy and safe and satisfying Thanksgiving!