This Thanksgiving is my first one that I get to celebrate as a (new) American.
I have two cups handy: one is empty, the other one has buckwheat grains in it. And this year, I am playing the Lentil Game (also known as the “I don’t have to like anything but I am also allowed to casually-but-earnestly appreciate things that are not horrible game”) with Havi and others. This is my first time and I am curious to see how it works out, if I make it to 77 , if I will want to stop at 77, etc. No idea how this will work, but I am open to anything, and 77 is a nice number.
So here is my current, partial list of things that are pretty okay:
- A sparkling clean apartment! I am the Cinderella extraordinaire.
- Houston weather this weekend. Mostly warm November. Breeze. Nice.
- Hermann Park! I love living across the street from Hermann Park.
- Paul who is cooking sweet potatoes, cranberry sauce and brussels sprouts in the kitchen as I am writing this.
- The Fluent Self blog which is my daily source of inspiration and support.
- Blowing bubbles.
- My fitball chair, because I’ve been wanting one for at least five years and finally got one for myself, and yes it is that awesome.
- Houston WordPress meetups and all the smart and creative people who choose to come to them.
- My home office and working from home.
- The wonderful smells from the kitchen.
- A looong weekend this week. From Wednesday to Sunday, just fun time and family time and personal projects time. Love it.
- My Kindle with a cover that has a night light! The night light is the bomb.
- A lapdesk so that I can chill out on the sofa, look out of the window and play the Lentil Game.
- My collection of postcards from Elizabeth. Sweet mementos.
- Playground: that it came into existence, that I got to visit it this year (twice!) and that I can plan more visits.
- Bananas, apples and sweet potatoes this weekend.
- The choo-choo train that runs in the Hermann Park.
- My books, notebooks and pencils. Reading, writing, jotting ideas down.
- Music in my iTunes library! Like Zaz and Pink Martini and true from mix mix.
- Doing yoga my way, and not having anyone tell me what I should be doing, or feeling, or what kind of experience I should be having. Really knowing that my body and my practice belong to me only.
- Knowing that I can buy toys for myself. Like a tiny rubber duck, bubbles, a reiki timer, and a fitball chair. And make them part of my own office.
- Having my own domain name and a blog and a virtual space. Tiny and undercover, and all mine. And I get to decide what gets published and what does not.
- Having a wonderful online circle of friends – a place to ask questions, to share thoughts, to cheer, to cry, to be completely open. Knowing that the circle will be there next year, and that I will be there, too. I love you, KT.
- Smiling with Sarah’s stories and being inspired by her ideas, even if I don’t consider myself even remotely artistic or creative. Because Sarah is that awesome.
- Knowing that anything is possible.
- Smiling, sighing and deciding that 26 is a perfect number.
And you. Thank you for reading this.