Well, if you’re in Canada, that is. Which I am. Obviously. Sorry, all you Americans. Too slow to the game, suckers.
I remember New Years so well. Boyfriend came up to my room drunk at 3AM and handed me a lemon, I drank by myself and watched trashy films or something, and that was that. Well, sorta. I remember thinking to myself – I guess I had this feeling – that 2017 was going to be huge for me. My life would take off, things would be different, and it would be happy, something of which I hadn’t seen in somewhere around two years.
I’m not there yet. In all honestly, this year has been shit. I was right about everything changing and being completely different from before, but happy? I’m not sure I’ve quite reached that, although I’m a lot closer to it than I was a few months ago. In the very least I can say that I’m beginning to believe that the world still does possess some good after all, because I had been pretty damn convinced that it didn’t.
However, it’s Thanksgiving – the one time of the year where we all sit around and take time to be thankful for what we have. Or something. Honestly, it’s mostly just shitty family dinners, mashed potatoes, and another weekend to work retail. After all, shouldn’t we be thankful about the happinesses in our lives all the time? Seeing as it is the long weekend, though, I thought I may as well take the opportunity to reflect on some of the more delightful aspects of my life.
This year, I’m thankful for…