Friday, November 27, 2009

The Little Things

It's important to take stock of those things that mean the most to you especially at this time of the year. Of course, there are the normal responses when asked what one is thankful for. Family, health, roof over head, food in refrigerator, clothes on back, etc. And I am very thankful for all of these things. I know that I am very blessed. However, I feel that we tend to overlook the small things in life. So I'd like to list a few small things that I am thankful for. They may seems a bit superficial but I can assure you...I'd miss them if I didn't have them.

1. My boobs. I'm not one for cosmetic surgery (remember though, this is my 26 year old self talking. I may change my mind once I hit 50) so I think that if I weren't blessed with natural ta-ta's that I'd just live my life flat. Which would suck.

2. My ass. I realized that neither my dad or my mom have an ass. So I'm not really sure where the bubble butt came from but...I'll take it. Even if my brother calls be "Big Booty Judy".

3. My sense of humor. I think I have to thank my dad for this one. I just can't imagine how miserable life would be without the ability to laugh at oneself and the less than desirable situations that inevitably pop up. Life it too hard sometimes...you gotta break it up with some lightheartedness. It's just plain good for your soul.

4. Music. My life would be gray and boring without music. My entire life has been surrounded by music. I was blessed to grow up learning about all different genres and loving what one can convey through song. It may seem like such a little thing but I can say with certainty that I would be one unhappy individual without music.

5. My year and a half of singleness. I was never the single gal having pretty much had a boyfriend from the age of 15 on. I never thought I'd be single at 26. However, this year has been eye-opening and full of self-discovery. Love truly is blind and I was very lucky to have the blinders removed. So for that, I am thankful. I'm a little over it now, though. Make your move, buddy.

6. Being laid-off. Stupidly loyal...that's me. Walk all over me, take advantage of my kind nature all while making me feel as if I'm not giving enough. Not exactly healthy. Once again, life tends to work itself out. You can't see how unhappy you are until you are out of a situation and sometimes you need a kick in the pants to get out of said situation.

7. Living alone. I love my bed. I love going to bed when I want to. Cooking when I want to. Not worrying about shower schedules. Being as girly as I want to. Singing as loud as I want to without worrying about making a fool of myself. Hell, I can walk around naked if I want to! It's all around a good thing.

8. My friends. Yes, this can be the trite answer when asked what one is thankful for. However, I don't think enough emphasis is put on how important good friends are. This year has been a bit bumpy and I've had amazing friends who have listened to all my bitching and crying and obsessing. They've been my own personal therapists and I don't know that I'd be in such a good place if it weren't for them.

9. Babysitting. Wait...what? Yes. Babysitting. It makes me feel better about not having kids yet because by the end of the day I'm ready to send them home and have me a glass of wine. And for that, I am thankful.

10. My new found backbone. Some of you may say "Wait a minute, Sarah. You don't really have a backbone". Well, jerks, yes I do. It may not be a strong bitchy backbone but nonetheless, it's there. Which is more I could have said a year ago. My backbone isn't like a roided out gym addict. It's more like a genteel southern lady who can smile at you while she tells you to go to hell.

There are my top ten. Of course, there are the truly little things to be thankful for like coffee, wine, cheesecake, chocolate, sushi... are you seeing a pattern here? Sometimes, I am really amazed that I'm not 300lbs. Good gracious. Add that on to my list of thankfuls! Not being 300lbs. Anywho....remember the little things. It's what it's all about.

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