Rare is it that I take enough time to be truly thankful for all the things in my life.
But, today, with energy to do nothing other than keep up the Kardashians, I made a point to think of what I am thankful for.
First of all, I was thankful to have regained somewhat of an appetite today. Although I still didn’t hop out of bed with visions of an awaiting breakfast, it was a definite step in the right direction to be able to stomach something.
While pitifully sitting on the couch, munching on my breakfast and feigning interest in the lives of celebrities, I realized that I am also thankful for my life. Plan and simple.
I have a great system of family and friends, who (probably) wouldn’t sell me out to the highest-paying gossip magazine.
I have (usually) a good amount of health, which allows me to spend more time with the great outdoors and less time with my couch.
I also have a real passion for the things I fill may day with, which usually motivates me to take life into my own hands, rather than sit around and pass judgment on the lives of others. (But, seriously, what is Lindsay Lohan going to do?)
Unfortunately, all that intense thinking had worn me down a little bit, so I did persuade myself to relax a little longer.
But, around noon there was no denying that, sick or not, I had things to do.
The only problem was that I couldn’t imagine how I could get to campus to do those things. That’s where my thankfulness for a fantastic boyfriend came into play: He picked me up and drove me to class, which reduced the amount of steps I had to take from 7 thousand to about 50. Good deal.
Still, I was second-guess my whole decision to go to class all the way up until the moment that I sat down and my teacher handed out a pop quiz; If I hadn’t been there, I would have gotten a zero. Therefore, I was thankful to have dug deep and made it to that class.
Afterward, my stomach was sending me mixed signals on whether it was nauseous or hungry. I decided to take a chance and go with the latter. Although, I still had to disagree with the marketing on my package of pretzels…
In fact, before I knew it, it was 7 o’clock and I was ready to go home. (Insert “again thankful for boyfriend picking me up.”)
Once settled back into the comfort of my home, I felt strong enough to have some of the dinner that I had actually packed for two nights ago.
Even better, I was thankful to have the best nurse in town…
Even is he was a little distracted by the TV.
Although I felt far from my best, my sickness even helped make me thankful for a few things I would have otherwise overlooked. Such as…
- I was thankful I got sick this week, instead of last when I had my half-marathon.
- I was thankful to have better perspective on the pains that people experience day-to-day.
- I was thankful to have understanding professors and coworkers who allowed me to get the rest I needed.
- I was thankful have begun feeling a little better.
- I am thankful that tomorrow is a new day, filled with new opportunities and lessons.
Question: Do you make a point of being thankful for things, even on otherwise crummy days?
Before going to sleep every night, I list off the things that I am grateful for. Sometimes it seems difficult to come up with things, but I find that there is always something to be thankful for.
Friday Fragments: You couldn’t pay me a million dollars to advertise KFC’s double down sandwich. You sure as heck couldn’t persuade me to advertise the nauseating diet-buster on my own bum.
Yet, it appears that hundreds of college girls (read: semi-educated) across the country are doing just that!
For only the wage of $500 dollars and a pair of sweatpants, some girls are simultaneously selling their bodies and the infamous sandwich.
I’m opposed… What do you think?