There’s a lot in my life that I take for granted or at the very least assume that I’ll always have present in my world and today I just want to take a moment to list off some of the wonderful blessings I have that I’m thankful for.
Rereading one of those Dear America books last night (the Irish girl working at the mill one) made me realize that no matter how bad I think my day might be going, I’m lucky as shit that I don’t live and work in a sewing mill circa the 1800’s. No AC, heating, 14 hour days on your feet, dust in the air, the possibility of losing a finger at every turn, and a mix of additional reasons make me feel fortunate to be where I am and within the comfortable lifestyle I have.
Currently giving thanks for…
1) The washing machine and dryer that are not only in my apartment, but all I have to do is open my bedroom door and poof, it’s there and ready to use. I don’t know what I would do if I had to go into some creepy ass basement or walk my clothes to a Laundromat every week at a designated time. I’d probably have a gun a la the conversation between Kim and Abernathy in Death Proof.
Abernathy: You can’t get around the fact that people who carry guns, tend to get shot more than people who don’t.
Kim: And you can’t get around the fact that if I go down to the laundry room in my building at midnight enough times, I might get my ass raped.
Lee: Don’t do your laundry at midnight.
Kim: Fuck that! I wanna do my laundry whenever the fuck I wanna do my laundry.
2) The fact that at my job I don’t have to be on my feet all day. Been there, done that, hated it.
3) All of the food I just bought from Trader Joe’s that is currently in my fridge/freezer. I am slowly separating myself from my former Ramen noodle poverty eats lifestyle, though I always keep a package or two handy in case I get sick or something (for broth purposes). I’ve got pasta, scones, broccoli, raspberries, avocados, tamales, tacos, this crazy good French berry flavored lemonade, cheese, and so much more - we are STACKED.
4) AC for the summer and heating in the winter. Necessary.
5) My family. They may annoy the shit out of me sometimes but no matter what we’ve always got one another’s backs. And it’s nice to know that if something terrible ever happened and I had to move back home, they’d let me go back again and stay for as long as I needed. Not every family is built that way.
6) My friends and roommates. Whatta great group.
7) My legs. This is so important to me since I don’t have a car and walk everywhere. I do believe my greatest fear would be to lose the ability to walk. Walking frees me. I like to feel the ground beneath me as much as possible and let me tell you, being a pedestrian in this city sucks. On more than one occasion, I’ve been grazed by a couple of cars when it was my turn to walk. And on so many more occasions, I’ve had to sprint across the street, DURING A WALKING SIGN, so Johnny Fuckface could make a right turn to get home maybe a millisecond faster than usual. Traffic aside, walking is one of my favorite things in the world to do and I’m thankful that I have a good set of legs to do it with.
8) That I can basically approach any topic given to me in any field (law, fashion, brands, you name it) and turn it into a good article. It’s rare for me to see something and think, "I don’t even know how to begin with this idea." I always find some facet to focus in on and run with and know that it will be done well because I found that one thing to guide me home. Maybe that sounds full of it and I’m sure there are people out there who don’t like my writing. But writing is my biggest strength. I learn each and every day in it because I do it daily.
There was a brief time in which I didn’t want to pursue writing as a career either. A younger version of me had wanted to go into forensics. I used to have a big thing for crime and murder scenes and studying the habits of serial killers (Albert Fish is hands down one of the most fascinating ones - he was the guy who abducted and ate small children). My mother used to say I had a bit of Clarice Starling in me. I think what made me not want to pursue that career was that I wasn’t sure how good I’d be at separating what I saw on the job all day with my personal life - it would have made me jaded on several levels, a lot more stoic, and forever protective of any future family I created.
So now I just write and write and write and that works just fine for me. Serious topics at time and silly ones too. It’s a nice balance.
9) Music! I will forever be rocking out to my iPod and making playlists. And I so do not discriminate either - I will listen to everything and anything at least once.
10) Clothes on my back, shoes on my feet, dinero in my wallet for Starbucks and bill payments, and a college degree that made so much of the everything that I have possible.