November

It’s easy this time of year to jump right from Halloween into Christmas.¬†In fact, there’s eggnog in the fridge right now (Q managed to resist until after Halloween this year).

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That being said, I do not plan on missing out on this season of thankfulness. I’ve been thinking a lot about writing this in the past week or two during my daily bike commutes, planning my wording and basically just musing over all of the ways that I am so lucky. Finally, I am taking the time to perch on this yoga ball and share it with you all. I won’t be listing all of them, just a few, to prevent this post from becoming an explosion of hand turkeys and all of the things that cross my mind during my yoga classes¬†(always keeping that intention of gratitude).

  1. I am thankful for missing people. That wistful feeling that sprouts from loving someone who is thousands of miles away can be sad, but it means that I have been lucky enough to find a wonderful person in a wonderful place. Even though I can’t keep them and be roommates still, or live across the street, or even in the same country as them, these friendships are gifts that don’t stop giving. It also means that I have been lucky enough to call many different places home, and that is a gift in and of itself. My itchy feet have brought me to some spectacular destinations and I am sure that many more are in my future.

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    We found love right where we were, but now neither of us are there anymore.

  2. I am thankful for being bad at things. This reminds me that I am always learning.

    “If you’re the smartest person in the room, then you’re in the wrong room.”

    I am fortunate to be able to try so many different things and gain so many skills, and even more fortuitous to live and work in an environment where I can take a crack at just about anything. The continuous blessing of working on something that takes all of my effort and focus, leaving you weary at the end of the day, means that I am still growing. As long as I never stop trying, I will never be bored.

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    I am thankful that Q puts up with me being bad at things.

  3. I am thankful for having wonderful parents who made sure I always said “please” and “thank you,” along with a million billion trillion other things that made me who I am today. Even if they seemed sucky at the time, like cleaning the bathroom or mowing the lawn, they’ve turned me into the semi-successful semi-adult that I am right now. They also helped spark my love of exploration with our amazing annual family vacations when I was little. Heck, this could be an entire post on its own. I love and appreciate them beyond words.
  4. I am thankful for the things that scare me. Nervousness and fear both keep me safe, and allow me to push myself past them to experience something wondrous. Again with the always growing. Lead climbing and mountain biking both are two of my favorite things to do…they also scare the bejeezus out of me. The thrill and the skills required (see ‘being bad at things’) have me stronger than I’ve ever been so far.
  5. Lastly, I am thankful for those creature comforts that we so often take for granted. A warm bed, clean drinking water, a roof over my head, food to eat, and a pup to love on.
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He isn’t actually my dog, he’s our housemate’s, but that doesn’t stop me from loving him and being thankful that he exists, even though he chewed up my credit card.

I am beyond lucky for infinite reasons. Happy Thanksgiving.

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