Things are changing. I guess that’s a normal part of life. I wonder when it might be that this concept doesn’t feel so strange to me. I complained that these things are fading away, like this here ten things of thankful exercise, and then I’m the one who has faded away from even attempting it. Since the end of 2016 and the start of 2017 I’ve been preoccupied and all over the place. I still am.
I liked Lizzi’s attempt at coming up with
and not just ten, back around Christmas. I thought, since I am on my way to parts unknown very soon, I’d try for somewhere between ten and fifty, to cover for those I’ve missed in recent weeks and the week I’m sure to miss coming up.
This is meant to be a bunch of things I’m thankful for from the year that just was and some of what I’ve been thankful for lately. I will set a timer and see how long it takes me to come up with fifty items for this list of mine.
For the perspective a year can give.
For snow globes.
For winter in Canada.
For the violin.
For the bow in my hand.
For the strength and muscles needed to play.
For people willing to fight back, stand up, speak out.
For reason, logic, and common sense, which isn’t quite common enough.
For the challenge of learning to adapt and familiarize myself with new things.
For the discomfort that often causes because it helps me grow.
For the variety of sizes in Pesos.
For a Spanish language program I can listen to, shuffled up in my iTunes library.
For the syncing of all info and contacts even.
For KFC (Kijewski Family Christmas).
For journals and diaries.
Sophia showing Auntie Kerry her journal.
For treats made especially available at Christmas.
For all things tactile, like the letter S.
For being exposed to new people.
For a first date.
For the smell of coffee.
For the scent of cinnamon buns when I step foot in the mall.
For people watching, even the way I do it.
For music of all kinds.
For the stars and moons of all kinds.
For sunsets and sunrise.
For mild and frigid.
For the sound snow makes, that crunching, when it is really cold here.
For a female Canadian on our money…the money with braille on it.
For my violin teacher.
For a spa experience.
For a shopping trip with a friend.
For hearing my name coming from the smartest of smart almost-two-year-old little girls, only here for a visit.
For my cat’s strange and sweet behaviours.
For my cat and dog ALMOST ALWAYS getting along.
For travel agents.
For the life lessons from those who push me to require more of myself.
For rice cakes.
For the coolness offered by the frozen food section of a grocery store.
For snow covered country inns.
For buffet breakfasts.
For scrambled eggs.
For perfecting family pancake recipes with Ketchup.
For inspired ideas.
For audio technology.
For song lyrics.
For the ability to provide a jam space in my basement for a bunch of talented and creative musicians.
For outdoor concerts.
For personal invites to travel and write and meet others who love both those things.
For family days at the beach.
For giving myself a year to focus on me.
For borders, be they on countries or the sections of a country.
For Netflix docs.
For photos I cannot see.
For governmental programs that help make life easier and more hopeful.
For opportunities for my brother to play his music outside.
For coffee shops.
For intimate and cozy live concert venues.
For Halloween candy.
For wine and pizza.
For new writing opportunities.
For hard decisions.
For miracles and magic.
For little puppy/rabbits.
For first days of school.
For the chance to do an interview with an editor/writer I admire.
For peg dope.
For sul ponticello.
For cello music.
For long tones.
For drag and drop audio.
For fireside chats with a train to be heard somewhere far in the distance.
For pasta Tuesdays.
For packing/to-do lists.
For my mother’s talents with a needle and thread.
For doctors who listen.
For medication coverage.
For pizza with family.
For catching up with an old friend.
For my first violin concert and my second and my third.
For everything in the ocean.
For space and the eight/nine planets.
For morning glories.
For phone booths.
For talented family in the kitchen.
For family sharing food.
For my cat’s soft fur.
For a world full of accents.
For the chance to laugh rather than crying.
For Niagara Falls.
For heated car seats.
For mint filled cookies.
For secondhand clothing.
For the chance to face my fear of secondhand items.
For jokes, knock knock or other.
For rewatching old movies.
For good neighbours.
For unexpected book sales.
For the sound of skating.
I should probably stop here. This is just a start to a list. It goes to show just how much there really is to be thankful for, if you take the time to look, list, and add them up. I topped 100 things in this list and I think I’ve made my point.
I am starting to panic about why I’ll be missing TToT next time. I have so much to be thankful for. I just must learn to trust in all of it.
Bonus Thankful: airplanes and the responsible pilots who fly them.