I'm thankful for the fact that I don't come from a nutty religious family, and I can bring my boyfriend home with me for Thanksgiving.

I'm grateful for soooo much I probably can't list it all.

Grateful for my family that takes care of me and loves me and has always supported and looked after me. I'm thankful for a psych med cocktail that is working in amazing ways, especially in this last year. Grateful for all the strangers, friends, and family that have been in my life and made it so I am still here today. Grateful for my kitty. Grateful for a roof to live under and food to eat. Grateful for the opportunity to go to school. Grateful I don't have to work a shit-ass job right now for a horrible, evil boss. Grateful I have health insurance. Grateful for my therapist, nurse practitioner and psychiatrist. Grateful I am not in horrible physical or mental pain. Grateful that I'm doing well in school. Grateful for the brain I have, even though it is a bit fucked up. Grateful to live in the Pacific NW. Grateful for Questionland so I can ask weird questions whenever I want. Grateful I can sing. Grateful for my artistic abilities. Grateful for rain and this beautiful, sometimes fucked up world.

Yadda yadda yadda.

:)

Grateful to experience another autumn...my favorite season. Also, in my opinion, the shortest. At my age one wonders (just briefly though - don't want to waste too much time wondering instead of enjoying) how many he has left. So, maybe I'm grateful that I know my autumns are finite? It enables me to absorb and appreciate every glorious, crisp, colorful moment.

The printed word. Fast cars. Good friends. Great orgasms. And continued sanity.

I'm grateful that I have the luxury of worrying about the future instead of the present.