The simple fact is, I’m very, very grateful.
Last night I was talking with somebody who has a lot of the same problems in his life that I do. They grind him down and I think he’s becoming (or more likely long ago became) very bitter.
I was bitter when I was young. I’d be lying if I said things don’t get me down, even now. I’ve bled all over these blog pages often enough that you surely know I get depressed, frustrated, head-banging, angry, sad, and all the other dreary etceteras of life. More than once — heck, more than 1,000 times — I’ve wanted to chuck it all and become a hermit in a cave.
Okay, a warm, well-furnished cave with a harmonious color scheme, beautiful art, fabulous garage-sale finds, and a sufficient number of large dogs. But a cave, more or less. Where nobody could find me and nobody would ever hear of me again.
But really, when I’m not on one of Those Moods, I’m grateful. And — to my surprise — happier and healthier than I’ve ever been in my life.
It’s a relief to get this far and realize that (barring some bonk on the head that changes my personality for the worse) I’m not going to age into miserable curmudgeonhood.
Come to think of it, that’s one of the things I’m grateful for.
A world full of friendly supporters and “friends I’ve never met” — not to mention some I actually have met
A sense of humor
The best comment section any blog ever had
Being able to work from home
Gewurtztraminer in an elegant ($5 for 4 at a flea market) glass
That the Bill of Rights still exists as a model and a beacon, even if it’s being battered to ruins
That we aren’t going quietly into tyranny
A couple of friends who recently got me through One Of Those Moods (you reading this, J and K?)
The dogs, of course
And even the cat, though grudgingly because I’m not willing to admit she could turn me into a cat person
The ‘Net, which makes so much possible
That when my old favorite actor, Johnny Depp, quit being a real original and resorted to just doing “Johnny Depp schtick,” Rhys Ifans rose to take his place
Pastels, colored pencils, and beautiful papers
Greenery, of which the NorthWET has such abundance
I could go on. And on. And that, too, is something to be grateful for.
Yeah, life sucks sometimes and government sucks most all the time. And sometimes our own temperament defeats us. But I am so glad this choice is here — to be grateful even in the midst of suckage. And to find that simple gratitude helps blow the suckage into mist. In my best moments, I suspect that gratitude and some of the inner strengths that go with it could even play a role in blowing government away.
And you are grateful for …?