30 Days of Thankful

Day 1: I am thankful for my future plans.

Day 2: I am thankful for remembering that one of the perks of being American and deciding that (post-Canada) you want to live in a Spanish-speaking country for a while is that we have Puerto Rico! (And also Miami.)

Day 3: I’m thankful for being employed.

Day 4: I’m thankful for the motivation that comes from dissatisfaction.

Day 5: I am thankful for the people in my life. The term “friend” has become too quotidian and undervalued to describe the relationship. Thank you to the people who have been there for me, who support me and laugh with me and call me on my shit and follow through on what they say. I recognize, appreciate, value and cherish you.
I am also thankful for Damon Wayans Jr.

Day 6: I am thankful for a few things, including but not limited to:
-Renata Beatriz for being my Sampa sister.
-The return of Real Housewives of Atlanta!!
-Yesterday’s coconut oil fudge.

Day 7: I am thankful for late night phone calls.

Day 8: Women’s fashion marketing is so ridiculous. If you have valedictorian boobs, then they’ll sell you a bra to make them look bigger, and if you have high school dropout boobs, then they’ll sell you a bra to make them look smaller. The most important thing that women must never be allowed to forget: There is something wrong with the way your boobs look. All that to say, I’m thankful for feminism.

Day 9: I am thankful that Mississippi’s personhood amendment failed because there is something about being pro-life to the extent that you don’t care if the mother dies that seems…hmm…oh I don’t know…completely fucking hypocritical.

Day 10: I am thankful for corn fusilli without which this breakfast pasta would not be possible.

Day 11: I’m thankful that there are people made of something much stronger than I am who voluntarily choose to fight for this country.

Day 12: I’m thankful for my quality of life.

Day 13: I’m pre-thankful for what I know I’m going to get from Agape tonight.


Day 15:  I am thankful for my ability to remain calm during perceived chaos.

Day 16: I’m thankful for my bleeding heart compassion. Even though there are times when I wish I could care less, when I think of the failure of the heart that allowed the Penn State atrocity to occur, I am glad that I can’t.

Day 17: I’m thankful for Groupon and the massage I’m getting next week!

Day 18: I am thankful for my car, without which, this 3 job business would be a no go.

Day 19: I am thankful for Hulu for giving me a place to indulge my anglophilia.

Day 20: I am thankful for my brother who taught me to never ask a question that I didn’t want the answer to.

Day 21: I am thankful for my ability to be open to the answers as they come. Even when the answer is no. Especially then.

Day 22: I am thankful that there is a whole world of wheat-free products out there…even if I sometimes feel a little overwhelmed trying to sort through them all.

Day 23: I am thankful that considering that I was rear-ended on the freeway, I’m not the one who left the scene in a neck brace.

Day 24: I am thankful that I don’t have to eat “Thanksgiving food” since I think it’s overrated.

Day 25: I am thankful for my Native American ancestry. Since I can’t know my West African roots, it’s nice to be able to know some part of where I come from.

Day 26: I am thankful for my ability to quote Clueless like devout Christians quote the Bible. Any scene. Any time of day. It gives me a sense of control in a world full of chaos.

Day 27: I am thankful for Diego Valverde.

Day 28: I am thankful for Cardiobarre for reminding me that I still move like a dancer even when I haven’t taken class in so long I think someone’s going to come and repossess my degree.

Day 29: I am thankful for my ability to make people’s days a little bit better. Interpersonal intelligence is a gift.

Day 30: I am thankful for the kids I’ve tutored who I didn’t like. They turn an intellectual pastime into a spiritual practice.


About J.

A former twentysomething with a head full of curls and heart full of questions wondering: when we get to nirvana, will there be food?
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