What are you thankful for?

Lately my posts have focussed more or less on the negative side of things, so this thread shall attempt to restore some balance in The Dope. I find that an effective way to combat the downsies is to ruminate on the myriad things in one’s life to be thankful for.

For starters, I have a wonderful family. While an only child with zero, count 'em, zero first cousins, my parents are excellent people. Shining pillars of humanity that have instilled in me untold virtues, they are the shelter in my storm. Even their faults, that I learn as I grow more mature, have led me to greater growth. To my parents, thank you.

Then there’s my health. If you dont have your health, you dont have anything :wink: While I do exercise and attempt to eat right, that doesn’t mean I couldn’t be suffering from untold conditions. Furthermore, while my doubts of depression have been painful, now that the abyss has receded I find meaning in the senselessness. For my health, thanks!

Lastly for now, there are all the traits, attributes, and skills of mine that, put frankly, are pretty fucking awesome. I dont relate them to any particular effort of mine own; I feel very lucky to be the person I am. That’s all I will say, as I feel embarrassingly un-humble.

So, what have you got to be thankful for?

My sobriety. Having that helps me keep everything else in its proper perspective. And recognize each new day as a gift.

I was reminiscing with my mom tonight about vanilla. See, years ago when my son was born I was gritting my teeth during labor and broke a wisdom tooth in half, it probably had a cavity already that I didn’t know about not having dental insurance at the time and all. I was rather busy making a person so I just spit out the tooth fragment and forgot about it.

A week or so later, holy killmenow tooth pain. I’m talking searing, blinding, I’d gladly anesthetize myself with a club pain. The nerve was exposed in the broken wisdom tooth, and of course it was a Friday night so I had to wait until Monday morning to get into a dentist. No insurance meant coming up with the cash, I sure couldn’t handle special premium weekend rates on top of whatever the extraction was going to cost.

So I’m in nauseatingly horrific pain, and breastfeeding a newborn so I’m not allowed anything stronger than a regular strength tylenol every few hours. Needless to say, that wasn’t nearly enough pain-killer. After a miserable sleepless night, I get the bright idea to call my grandmother the next morning. After all, she grew up in the hills, never saw a doctor or dentist until she came to MI in her thirties, she was a font of useful home remedies.

She recommended soaking a cotton ball in vanilla extract and jamming it up onto the tooth. I tried that, tasted awful and didn’t relieve the pain. Called Grandma back and she asked if I was using real vanilla, I checked and of course I had imitation because it was so much cheaper than the good stuff. Gram said it was the alcohol in the extract that worked on the nerve and recommended getting any booze and letting it saturate the nerve into numbness. She’d tried to tell me liquor to begin with and I squawked about drunken nursing and brain damage, so she rightly figured I wouldn’t yet know real vanilla extract was hi-proof. Grams was slick like that.

The only thing we had in the house was Amaretto for some reason, it did help (even though I kept spitting instead of swallowing the excess in my paranoia about making the baby drunk.) I went thru like half that fifth surviving until that Monday morning, the extraction itself was painless by comparison. Can’t stand the taste of Amaretto since then.

I’ll never forget being in horrible pain, tears running down my face as I read the label on the stupid vanilla extract bottle and thinking “If only I could afford real vanilla, everything would have been alright!”

Sure, what I should have been thinking was “If only my husband had a job with dental benefits, or made enough money that we could afford an emergency appointment, or my job had better benefits, or I didn’t have too much pride to ask my parents for the cash…” or something that made more sense, but in my post-natal hormonal craziness, sleep-deprived from dealing with a newborn and hurtin like a sonuvabitch, I was crying that I couldn’t afford real vanilla.

I haven’t had to buy imitation for years, even though it’s probably just fine for most baking needs, and I’m really really thankful I can afford actual vanilla now.

I’m thankful for my Lord. He is my everything.

I’ve had a good week, capping off a good several years.

On wednesday, I defended my dissertation with flying colors. It was an open defense, and about two dozen people showed up to offer support, which represents a good chunk of the department. I felt just so honored and blessed to be on the receiving end of such a gesture of friendship. I’ve been walking on sunshine since then (and being called “Dr” doesn’t hurt! :cool: ).

We’ve been here in Iowa for 6+ years, and this state has been nothing but good to us. We’ve made wonderful friends, my husband had a great job, and, thanks to a great adviser, I’ve had a very successful graduate career. We’re going to be moving in about a month, and although we know it’s time to move on, we’ll miss Iowa.

I also have a wonderful family. After meeting my parents, my adviser characterized our relationship as “disturbingly functional.” They’re wonderful, supportive, and just all-around good people. I’m incredibly lucky.

Really, my life is going very well right now. I’ve been blessed with a wonderful family, a great husband, and a fantastic set of friends. Life is good :slight_smile:

My babies. They’re not perfect, but they are a constant source of amusement and entertainment. They’re bratty, sometimes, but they’re cuddly and they give me sweet goodnight kisses.

And my husband, the guy who takes care of everyone. He takes care of his parents, me, five kids, his ex-wife, and apparently everyone he’s ever known. I’m so thankful to know such a person, let alone be married to him.

Hairties. It sounds wierd. But I was looking at a stretched out hairtie, wondering if I should use a new one, and how much longer I could use the the old one. I thought to myself, Hey, they’re literally a dollar a dozen, why are you even wasting the thought? Some people struggle daily for clean water and food, but you worry about hairties, you’re spoiled, pal.

That, and no one’s shooting at me. Sometimes, it’s the little things.

I am thankful for two healthy wonderful kids.

I am thankful my daughter is doing great in school and that my son is doing much better despite having ADHD.

I am thankful that my wife and I earn well and can afford some luxuries and to make a small difference in life.

I am thankful for a loving family, where my Sister and Brother both come over for a small Saturday barbecue as we get along great and enjoy each others company. We are family and friends.

I am thankful for my friends.

I am thankful I get along with my In-Laws, this means a lot when I see that so many that do not.

I am thankful for my anchor in this crazy world, the love of my life, my wife.

Jim

I’m grateful for the OP and the OP author. I was just thinking earlier tonight about how negative this place can be sometimes. And I’m so glad that this thread was started. Thanks Autolycus.

And as I was going through my gratitude journal, on 4/24/07, I noticed that I was grateful to Autolycus for giving me something to laugh about. So thanks for that also.

I’m also grateful for beautiful sunsets and the ability to enjoy them immensely.

Infinitely thankful for my husband. There is nothing in my world that can compare to the shining beacon of hope and strength that he is. He has always been supportive of me and nobody on the planet understands me and manages me as well as he does. I know that no matter what happens to me in life, as long as he’s there, I’ll be all right.

I am grateful for our little apartment, which is small but full of good furniture, for the attractive, strong and sturdy dining table we bought on sale shortly after we got married, and for the relatives who gifted us so many awesome dishes that we have a kitchen full of everything we could ask for at no cost to us. I love that we have a car that doesn’t break down every 3 months, and just this cozy little cave to call our safe space.

Finally, I am grateful for my grandparents, who have been taking over the role of raising other people’s children since time immemorial. They essentially raised me, and they are in the process of raising my cousins. My grandfather, who has finally retired, is effectively supporting 8 people if you count my grandmother, who is too sick too work but nontheless spends every spare minute collecting food for the food pantry and driving her grandkids to and from school events/doctor’s appointments/the mall. There really aren’t words to explain the gift they are, and how much it means to both of us to hear my grandfather say he is proud of me and my husband. I have been blessed with a close and powerful relationship with two of the most selfless people on the planet.

I’m thankful to still be alive. I mean really, honestly, deep-down inside. Heck, I’m downright amused by the fact that, at the moment, I’m still breathing. Almost every single day, without even intending it, there comes a moment when I just stop and laugh about it. Maybe I’m drinking my coffee or taking a shower or working on the garden or trying to unstop the plumbing and all of a sudden I realize that “hot damn, this is GREAT! and I shouldn’t even BE here”. I didn’t even realize I was doing it until my youngest sister had saw it happen and ask what I was suddenly laughing about. Well, y’know…I was watching two male cardinals having BirdWars over some bit of territory or pecking order or whatever and just the whole thing of the world, the birds and their little bit of the world and a struggle over who’s gonna win the affection of the hot female cardinal in the shrubs…hot damn, life is GREAT!

Yes, thank you for this thread, Autolycus.

I’m grateful for so many things. Right now, I’m so grateful for the amazing gift of eyesight. For being able to see the glorious red, scarlet, orange, yellow coloration of hillsides. So gorgeous, like horns blowing in the heart. For being able to see the deer and the wild turkeys, the huge brilliant rainbow that spanned an entire valley last night.
I’m grateful for being able to see to read, to browse in bookstores.

I’m grateful for being able to read, to write, to reason, to love, to care, to intuit, to be able to balance reason with intuition and with feeling…

And I’m grateful for the delicious tea I’m drinking now.

Thanks again, Autolycus. Bless you.

Another thank you to **Autolycus **for this thread.

And I’m grateful as well to Heffalump and Roo for reminding me of the idea of a gratitude journal. Just this week, I’ve started a ritual of asking my daughter what her favorite and least favorite parts of her day were. I think I’ll start writing them down and saving my own, as well.

Of course, I’m thankful for my children’s health and happiness. My son is now 3 years out of major spine surgery, and doing great. He’s growing and moving and rarely in pain anymore. He’s such a sweetheart, to me and to his little sister. He’s doing better, ironically, since he’s in the “bad” school than he ever did in his expensive “good” school, and he’s finally got friends he calls and call him and he’s just growing up into a wonderful, responsible young man.

My daughter, knock on wood, looks to be coming out of her dramatic entry into the world unscathed. She ran - a real, honest, “moment of no support” run - for the first time the other day for her physical therapist, she pulled herself, using only her arms, up onto a shoulder high platform, she climbed a ladder, and she walked a 4 inch balance beam for 15 feet without support. She’s talking in full sentences, she loves to dance and listen to music, and she started beading pony beads yesterday, so her fine motor skills are right on track. And yesterday she got to feed a giraffe from her bare hand, and made everyone at the petting zoo smile listening to her giggles.

My husband is finally nearing completion on his dissertation, after 10 years. And there’s a perfect job opening at a university near us that he’s really excited about - cross your fingers for us!

I’m thankful for my friends, who, while we don’t spend every moment together like we used to, are still there for me when it counts. Nothing like throwing a baby shower for one of them and having two others come over and deep-clean my house the night before to remind me how much we all love each other.

And I’m thankful for another friend who bought me a new vibrator when the cleaning friends cleaned too well and lost my vibrator on me!

And I’m thankful for the vibrator, of course. :wink: