(photo by Jessica Lorren on our spur of the moment beach day. follow her on instagram: @jessicalorren)
These posts are recurrent. Grateful, grateful, grateful. What’s the difference between thankful and grateful? Not much, I’m sure. For me, it’s just another word for the same feeling that I find so hard to describe, to show, and to relate. Not just here, on this type-pad, but everywhere. “Thank you” is never enough, I feel that. A hug? A meal out? A small gift? None of it can ever show the people surrounding me how much they mean to me. (I think about it constantly). From the biggest help in the world (everything my family has done for me) to the friend who allows me do my laundry at their place, helps hang shelves on my wall, buys me that two dollar round of beer at the bar (cheers friends), or for those who just sit with me to pass the time…. none of them will ever (fully) know how important they are to me. Even here, the small interaction time through emails… the “thank you for blogging” emails, the sweet notes of positivity and grace I receive, the sweet gifts sent for no reason at all.. those things, I am thankful for. The thankfulness I feel, it must be written here, a thousand times, but no “thank you” is ever enough. My family, their love for me? It’s unconditional and inspiring. Their kindness is never-ending. And for that, I feel gratitude. Thank you. My friends: you are my companions, my comfort, my joy, my dance partners, another reason to cheers to, and my support that chooses to be part of my life. Thank you. And everyone else who enters my life? Even if for just one shared word or one second. That second, that one interaction… it gives me more life, one more moment to appreciate, to giggle about, to second guess (in a positive way), and to embrace. Thank you.
It’s Thanksgiving, and just like last year, and just like every single day that I walk this earth: I am thankful. I am not perfect, but every single thing that surrounds me, makes my life unsurpassable.