Speaking Of...: Thankful

I am not always the best at counting my blessings and being thankful for all that I have in my every day life. Sure, I know that I am blessed beyond measure and really don’t need a single thing but I usually don’t take the time to stop and think about it. So though it is cliché and blogs all over the internet are exploding with posts about being thankful, I am jumping right on that bandwagon.

In the spirit of the holiday, I figured I would share just a few of the things that I am thankful for. And prepare yourself, this is gonna be long (and somewhat random). Cause when I stop to think about it, my life is busting at the seams with blessings. Check yourselves out at number 3 J

I am thankful for…

My roommates. Honestly, I don’t know what I did before I moved into the hotel and was surround by these fabulous people. I am the kind of person who does not like to be alone. I get lonely easily and though I find myself pretty entertaining at times, even I get bored of me. So I have felt so blessed to share a house and my life with these six girls. They are some of the funniest, kindest, loyalest (not a word), best people I know.

My new-found love for addiction to coffee. I swear I couldn’t stomach the stuff just two short years ago but it has been my study buddy for all of grad school and has helped me keep my eyes open during even the roughest of three-hour lectures.

The blog and it’s readers. I started this little blog almost a year ago as a way for family to see what I was up to and to give myself a record of the ups and downs of life as a grad school grandma. But it has turned into much more. Now don’t worry, I am nowhere near quitting my day job and joining the blogosphere full-time but it has been a pretty cool experience thus far. And to all of you who check in with the blog, leave sweet comments, and send me emails to let me know that something I said resonated with you, I am so grateful. It can be hard to put it all out there and I sometimes wonder how all of my gut-spilling will be perceived, but you have made it totally worth it. So basically I love ya.

Nashville. It is the backdrop to many of the stories that land on the blog and it is such a special city. If you haven’t been, go. You won’t regret it. And I promise there is more to it than Paradise Park and the Grand Ole Opry (but those are pretty great too).

The fact that I get to be in grad school. That’s right, I said “get to.” With all of my bitching and moaning about schoolwork and stress and a lack of a social life, you might think that I hate this whole putting-off-the-real-world thing. But really I am learning a ton and enjoying what I’m doing and in the grand scheme of things that is pretty important. Don’t get me wrong, I plan on soaking up every happy hour and free Sunday afternoon that I can get after graduation but in the meantime, its not all that bad.

Seatbelts. After spending a semester working in the hospital, much of it in the Trauma ICU, I have seen the difference that just wearing your seatbelt can make. Seatbelts are sexy. Wear them.

These people. I tend to get mushy about my family a lot on this blog so I’ll keep it short. I love them. And they love me even though I’m a sore loser and talk in accents at the dinner table. So I feel pretty lucky.