I usually write some post about Thanksgiving and what I’m thankful for, but I’ve had no time or energy to write lately. This is a season of thankfulness, but I’m not sure that I’ve felt very thankful. Sometimes I feel so pessimistic that I forget that my life has been far more privileged than that of a lot of people. I have a family that loves me. A boyfriend that makes me smile a lot. A job with benefits and great coworkers. I have my own place and a really cute dog. I have a car that I don’t have to make payments on. And for the most part, I’m healthy, except for the current moment, because Bobby gave me his cold.
And maybe I find these times trying because I don’t have the community or church that I had back home. And I thought I didn’t have community there, when I did. Life never really turns out the way you expect it to. Thus, I complain too much. I complain, and I don’t make enough effort to make things better, because I’m too tired or too lazy or just too… too much myself.
So I had a meeting with someone from the counseling department to get my masters in counseling at UNA. And it seems like a real possibility. So maybe I should be thankful that I moved to a college town, and even though I really want to move out of it sometimes, Florence is not a bad place.
People, be thankful. You’re not starving. You’re not a victim of genocide. You have a roof over your head. And things can always get better.