The letters are broken.


So even though I am not in a good mood for whatever reason that may be, today is Thanksgiving. This is a day to be thankful for what we all have. So, Let me think, what am I thankful for?

My health, my family, true friends, my dog, my new job, my stable house, my beauty, my intelligence, my access to technology, my relationship, my clothing, my education, my freedom.

Now, I am very grateful for all the things I have and I know that many people do not have it as good as I. Sometimes, I am so very ungrateful and bratty about everything. Say for instance, I wanted a shirt and I wanted that shirt to be in pink but they didn't have my size in the pink, I pitch a big fit about being too fat or too skinny when I should just gratefully choose another color. Some people don't even have the money to buy the shirt in the first place. Some people cannot even see the color of the shirt. Some people can't even get a ride or have access to a store to even view this shirt! See, now I feel like an asshole...

I have in fact been blessed with so many things so far in my life. Sure, I've had my rough moments, oh have I, but it's always nice to be able to drive home in my car, eat a hot meal, take a warm bubble bath lit with sense tingling candles, and then lay in my nice comfortable fluffy bed. Some people aren't even able to do that.

Wow, this is really making me realize how good I have it. Today I woke up around ten a.m and got dressed and went to visit my step-mothers family. We had a scrumptious meal fit with all the dressings and desserts anyone could contemplate. We then sat around and shot the bull for hours. Then, I met my boyfriend at Starbucks for a nice warm hazelnut mocha with whipped cream. I then went to the store and bought a three foot Christmas tree with all the fixings and put in my my room. I really enjoy Christmas. Now, my boyfriend and I are getting ready to go to our friend's house and make one last visit with people we care about. I am very tired and am glad to have the day off tomorrow.

Do you and your pets ever have conversations? Ok that came out wrong. Do you ever talk to your pet, Like they are a person, comprehending what you are saying? I know I do.  Weird, so be it. Honestly, I feel closer to my dog than anyone else on this planet.

I think I'm going to write a letter to myself and hide it in the ground for ten years and then open it. I wonder if the letters and words would be broken? Would it still mean anything to me in ten years? I want to write to myself and predict where I will be and see it it's accurate.



One word
Two words
Three words
Four.
How many more until I get out the door?
Five words
Six words
Seven words
Eight.
How do I know if I will ever be great?





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