Thanks Giving

Things I'm thankful for . . .

~ My Car. My old, ugly, beat-up, Chevy Beretta. I swear it's the funnest car I've ever driven. I love my car.

~ My Mind. The way it's wired, the way it fights with itself, the way it connects the dots into interesting new patterns that shock and surprise me. That no matter how hard I try, I'm only scratching the surface when I try to understand myself. Sure, it scares me, that part of me is darkness, and that part of me is light. But such is life, surely. Sanity is overrated anyway.

~ My writing. I think that one of the worse curses I can think of would be to lose that. To lose that window into my soul. To have to hide everything.

~ Music. It's crazy how much music effects my life, and how much joy it gives me. I couldn't stop grinning yesterday during choir, the bass line was so awesome. And to be able to belt such a beautiful piece such as "All I Ask" with a talented singer was so awesome. If perhaps having the potential for being awkward. But I could have cared less. Thanks David.

~ My life. Every single crazy spinning moment of it. Unpredictable being it's main definition. Doubt I'd have it any other way though. Not sure. Not really the point I guess, point is I'm thankful that I actually have a life.

~ My Computer. My third arm.

~ My friends. I can not describe how thankful I am for you. Whether it be listening to two guys ripping out Phantom of the Opera, risking your life in my beat up car, or  helping me when I'm down and out.  I know I'd be somewhere else if you weren't all,  every single one, there.

~ Joy.  The realization that although it feels like I'm still falling after I've jumped off a cliff,  that God' already caught me.  I just have to see it.

~ That I'm not twenty yet.  There's time enough for that later.  = P

~ My Cousin, Lowell.  I haven't seen the guy for ages, but he's the most awesome older cousin I could've ever asked for.  Ever since we were babies, we've been buddies.  I kid you not.  I could show you pictures.

~ Books.   Don't know where I'd be without books as well.  Only half as smart (maybe knowledgeable would be a better word)  probably, and I definitely wouldn't know how to write.  And my imagination wouldn't be half as developed.

~ Keep coming up with things.  I guess that's a good thing, yes?

~ Don't know why I didn't think of this before, but my family is something I'm hugely grateful for.  They've been very supportive during these last few months, and I probably would've lost what mental strength I have left without them.