Today (their time) my American friends (and, if I think about it, a whole bunch of Americans I don’t know) are celebrating Thanksgiving.
It’s not a holiday we observe in Australia but I’ve always liked the idea of it. I like the idea of sitting down with loved ones and taking a moment to be thankful (and, from what I can tell, eat oneself into a coma, but that’s standard holiday behaviour).
So, although, sadly, there will be no Turducken on my table today, I would like to take a moment to give thanks.
I am thankful for:
My orange belt in Karate, which I earned last night. This is the second sporting achievement in a year for me. The first one was my yellow belt and that was pretty much the first one of my life, so it’s a big deal for me. I’m incredibly thankful for my wonderful, 60+ female Sensei who only started Karate herself in her late 30’s and who has encouraged, cajoled and accommodated to get me here and fully intends for me to make black belt one day (!).
My imperfect body, which while bigger than ideal and getting creaky in places, can still learn new things, support me through my day, hug my loved ones, share stories and is proof that I have never gone hungry. I’m grateful for its health and strength.
My lovely editors from Destiny Romance, Carol and Sarah, who liked my story. They also published it, but I think I am most grateful to them for ‘getting’ it. It’s a gentle story and it isn’t going to change the world, but it’s my story and to have people who read stories for a living love it is a life-changing thing.
My wonderful family, both the one that raised me and the one that lives with me now, who have always supported me and who believed long before I did that I could be a writer and who saw achievement in things I thought were nothing and told me so. Love you all.
My friends, who think what I do is cool, even when they know how much of it is staring out the window and looking vacant. Bless their little cotton socks, every one.
A peaceful home, unthreatened by violence either domestic, civil or international. I cannot change the terrible conditions that some live in by wishing, but I can at least appreciate how lucky I am and how much therefore I should try to do to alleviate others’ suffering.
I could go on. I have so much to be thankful for. But I’m starting to tear up and this was supposed to be a happy post! So I will just add one more…
I am thankful for my online community. For my writing friends, who I meet mostly here and only occasionally in person. For my blogging and tweeting friends, many of whom I met for the first time in cyberspace. You are my tribe, my people and you keep me going.
So to all of you, Happy Thanksgiving. May your blessings be great and your sorrows few. 🙂