Guys! It’s Black Friday. Where you are, I’m guessing, at least. Where I am? I’m literally on a boat. In the sunshine, a la Olivia Pope, IN THE LIGHT. Not working. For once. I’ve been on a work-binge these past few weeks, and I can’t begin to tell you what a gift this is.
That being said, with the holidays and all, it seems only fitting to have a list of things that make me feel all my feelings of gratitude, doncha think? My dad makes us go around the table every year and say our stuff, so here’s mine:
- My sisters: above, we have my 3 sisters and my sister-in-law-to-be, Katie (mmkay awk now you guys have to get married). Katie’s been with us for approximately 837,893 years now, so she’s one of us. These women make me exactly who I am, train wreck or not. We all start sentences with “wellmysistersaysthat…” and we MEAN it. We adore each other, and I am infinitely grateful that I have the siblings that I have. I’m the one in the middle who looks bald with the 4-day-since-washed-hair-bun. #makinganeffort
- My husband: Duh. Love that guy. Started this blog with him. Building a life with him. When I talk in therapy about how I believe laughter is so important in the day to day I MEAN IT, and I get that laughter every day with him. Also he’s cute.
- My parents! They started all of this. My grandmother said at Thanksgiving for her “thankful for” thing that she was grateful to my dad, who gave her us, which was so sweet and heartfelt. My parents are the perfect blend of involved in our lives but NEVER pushy about needing to know more than we are ready for them to know. They’re also liberal and angry about the same things that make me angry so we can REALLY talk, which is so exciting to someone like me. I love to angrytalk.
- My job: I work at a corporate psychiatric hospital in acute care on the low-functioning geriatric unit. I get paid less than other therapists in my area and am asked to work crazy hours and the corporate aspect of the work fully blows because we have no money to do the work we need to do but still somehow the CEOs are super duper rich. Sounds like a dream, right? But still, somehow, I don’t care about any of that. I finally work with other therapists who GET why we do this and get me, and that’s absolutely huge. I also get to be this weird gentle kind version of myself every day with my patients, and it reminds me that I always want to be that way, even when the circumstances are less than ideal. I adore every minute of it.
- You: whoever is reading, probably mostly 1-3, above. That’s ok. This website is an outlet for me to chill the eff out and calm the eff down and just TALK like I wish I could all the time, but generally I’m not brave enough to. I love this site and the community that we’re building here. You guys are the best ever.