Caught up in the day-to-day details of job, clients, bills, it’s easy to overlook the abundance of good things in my life. So, today being Thanksgiving, I share a short list of things I’m grateful for. Big or small, I’d love to hear some of yours.
My job. Better yet, I got one that allows me to work from home two days.
My daughter. I had an unexpected pregnancy, so motherhood was a notion I had dismissed. Little did I know that one person could make me laugh so hard.
My daughter’s two teachers. After years of so-so teachers, she hit the jackpot and got an amazing pair, oozing patience and enthusiasm. How they do their job without screaming is mindboggling.
Old friends. Nothing like them.
My living room windows. Having floor to ceiling windows that face west, my days end in the most beautiful symphony of colors. Makes me wish I could paint.
Citibike. Best damn program invented. Thank you, again, Mayor Bloomberg.
Peanut butter. Culinary perfection: a food you can eat straight from the jar.
My country. I’ll be the first to say it’s not perfect. But I don’t have someone telling me to zip up my burka or worry I’ll be clubbed because I accidentally flashed my ankles. Thank God.
My ‘hood. My daughter’s school, her after school center, pool, ice skating rink, two libraries and store are all in a three-block radius. Did I mention that I live in New York?
My health insurance. I spend countless hours hustling insurance companies and specialty pharmacies. It raises my blood pressure and makes me curse. The reality is without my insurance I’d be financially ruined, and I’d lose my daughter. So, every time she receives a new shipment of medicine, there’s a little shout of joy.