I am thankful for Bliss Kiss’s nail oil. It does a really good job of healing my cuticles (which I have a tendency to bother with until my cuticles are a hot mess) when I remember to use it regularly.
I am thankful for my family. Despite my significant lack of self-confidence, I am raising two good kids with my husband. We do good. My kids are awesome.
I am thankful for my furbabies. They are buttheads sometimes, but they’re cats. They’re supposed to be. They love us and they’re even warming up to my husband who wants them to like him but isn’t around as often as it takes to get them comfortable.
I am thankful for how hard my husband works to support our family. He’s taken on additional hours to help get us on-budget to get out of debt. I know it’s hard on him but I am more grateful than I can say for what he does.
I am thankful for the upcoming holiday season. I am slowly working out how to make Christmas joyful again for me instead of the positive-energy-suck it’s been for the last several years. I’m working on it.
I am thankful to realize I don’t have to keep liking things I don’t like anymore just because I used to like them. That means unsubscribing from RSS feeds of comics I don’t like anymore, and un-Patreon-ing people whose content I don’t enjoy anymore. If I’m sticking with a thing out of guilt, that’s not the right reason, and I’m going to be happier without it 95% of the time.
I am thankful for the uncluttering I have done in my life. I am freer for it, and I look forward to doing some more in the coming weeks.
I am thankful for my friends. You know who you are. Thank you for sticking with me even though I’m basically Eeyore inside a Tigger facade.
I am thankful for the times that motivational stuff resonates with me. It doesn’t always (like right now), but I greatly appreciate the times my headspace allows it in because I feel so much better when it does.
There’s so much else I’m thankful for. Mostly, I’m so very thankful that sharing my gratitudes is no longer uncomfortable. It felt very “woo-woo” for a very long time. Uncomfortable. Cheesy. Something Not To Be Shared. But now it’s not, and that’s very helpful to me.