I’ve never really liked Thanksgiving. I can’t help it–not only am I a History major, but I have native blood. Thanksgiving was always a symbol of brutality and genocide to me, with the white invaders using this holiday as an excuse to crow about their victory. I still feel that way, but I figured I should take this as an opportunity to admit to what I’m thankful for.
Despite the recent election results, this is a surprisingly long list. First of all, of course, is my family. My sister and her kids make my life worth fighting for. Even when they drive me crazy, I’m grateful for the chance to help feed them, love them, and care for them. They are my world. My Godparents are very much a part of my family, by the way. They both have thrown an endless supply of emotional support my way, and I’m never happiest than when I hear their voices on the phone or see their names attached to an email in my inbox.
I’m also thankful I had the father I did. I miss him like crazy, but he helped to shape the opinionated, strong woman I’m turning out to be. And I know he couldn’t have been prouder. He always wanted his daughters educated and independent, and I’m doing my best to fulfill this wish.
I’m grateful to go back to grad school. It’s expensive and consuming every iota of my time, but I know I’ll be the better for it in the end. I’m grateful for health insurance, even if it doesn’t last much longer. I’m grateful to have my corgis, my cats, a roof over my head, and all the many friends I’ve made in this small town–including a truly kickass neighbor. My life is filled with blessings. There’s a lot I might want to change about the world in general, but my life, at this moment, is a very fortunate one indeed.
Picture from http://www.phoeniciany.com/event/thanksgiving-dinner/.