I’m thankful to those who hold the hug a little longer than I do.
I’m thankful the condition wasn’t as serious as it could have been.
I’m thankful I was once a corn detassler, a house cleaner and a breakfast waitress, because now I truly appreciate what working hard really is. Some support families with these jobs.
I’m thankful to the entire crew at Pixar for making me laugh like a child every time.
I’m thankful that the “hand” of friends is now two hands and possibly three toes.
I’m thankful I can still say “there’s always tomorrow” and really believe it.
I’m thankful that my husband considers me endearingly silly, especially when my antics make him laugh despite himself.
I’m thankful to the one who quotes the next line of movie dialogue.
I’m thankful it’s no longer 2004 and some of 2005. Never, never again.
I’m thankful for that perfect moment of stillness and wanting to believe everyone else experienced it too.
I’m thankful to hear “it’s good to hear your voice.”
I’m thankful for that rare moment when I have exact change.
I'm thankful that many people are finding new love, rediscovering old love and celebrating long love.
I'm thankful that many parts of the world are still green and humming with life.
I'm thankful some people still believe altruistically that they can make a difference.
I'm thankful for squirrels, because they're funny little buggers.
I’m thankful Poppa Tony called me “Tre” and Gram called me at midnight.
I’m thankful my heart and eyes still swell at the smallest bit of joy.
I’m thankful for those moments when I don’t go as fast and really take it all in.
I’m thankful the unsuspecting are willing guinea pigs for my cooking experiments.
I’m thankful I still have the capacity to evolve.
I’m thankful that just when I think it can’t be done, it gets done.
I’m thankful for that melancholy note that underscores certain things. It’s the slight nudge of true acceptance.
I’m thankful I stood atop the Eiffel Tower in the heavy wind and cloying dark and didn’t freak out – much.
I’m thankful that I’m trusted. It keeps me humble.
I’m thankful my sister and brother took a chance. I love you both even more for that, no matter what.
I’m thankful I can walk every time I get up off my duff to do it.
I’m thankful my hair stylist finds a way to hide it all.
I’m thankful for my husband’s touch.
I’m thankful for debates that end in laughter.
I’m thankful to look around a table of smiling faces and feel I’ve been given a gift.
I’m thankful I made this list long before Oprah started it.
I’m thankful I don’t let my idol worship get out of hand.
I’m thankful to find a new flower. The happiness is so immediate, it’s as if I fall into it.
I’m thankful to first be sized up, then accepted, by my friends' children. They certainly know more than I do.
I’m thankful for homemade mashed potatoes and gravy, smothered in butter.
I’m thankful I can do what I love and love what I do, even if I resort to using a cliché to say it.
I’m thankful for all the tears.
I’m thankful I still get that sensual chill on the back of my neck.
I’m thankful that if people think I’m crazy taking pictures of a stuffed tiger, they’re too polite to say anything.
I’m thankful the stories still matter.
I’m thankful for the mountain wind that, to me, is the gentle touch of God.
I’m thankful when, just for a moment, a smile reaches a stranger’s eyes.
I’m thankful the majority of my vices now center on sugar and slight exclamations of profanity. Okay, and cute, teensy fibs about my vices.
I’m thankful I could probably leave my front door unlocked if I wanted to.
I’m thankful to be the one called when no one else will do.
I’m thankful I’m getting better of letting go of the dregs while keeping the “good stuff.”
I’m thankful that I did a similar list five years ago, and, upon review, realize how incredibly fortunate I continue to be.
Tracey likes to shake things up and then take the lid off. She also likes to keep the peace, especially in a safe, fuzzy place. Writer, editor, producer, yogini, ('cause yoger or yogor simply doesn't work) by day, rabid WordsWithFriends and DrawSomething! player by night. You can follow her on Twitter: @traceylkelley or @tkyogaforyou
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11.29.06 @ 8:19a
That was delightful! As I get older I find that I'm thankful for every damned thing, every damned minute of every damned day, and that would make very boring reading for any normal damned person. So this time just trust me, obscenely damned old as I am.
11.29.06 @ 12:50p
11.29.06 @ 1:07p
I'm thankful I sat next to Tracey Kelley for a week in an Iowa classroom.
11.29.06 @ 5:06p
I'm thankful for most of these too, except squirrels, who freak me out.
Right now I'm also thankful that Advil works as advertised, but that's a whole nother thing.
Thanks for putting this out there, TK.
11.30.06 @ 2:00p
Ken, the pleasure is all mine, dear.
It's odd. This one and the other version, shamelessly linked below, were both written when I was depressed. I must have some auto-undepress function or something, because I snapped out of my funk after writing this.
12.1.06 @ 10:54a
And I'm thankful that I can hassle Tracey Kelley in person *anytime* I want to. Though actually, it's usually her hassling me.
I may forgive the Husker DU comment, Tracey, but I'll never forget! : )
12.4.06 @ 5:22p
Would you like your $10 now?
You know the worst part? I didn't even have to THINK about Husker Du! It just POPPED OUT, all wrapped up, just for you!
1.2.07 @ 8:15a
I'm thankful that your "gram" had the room in her heart for you....You were a true blessing for her as well.
1.30.07 @ 12:42a
My Auntie Lynne, everybody! She finally made a posting!
6.13.12 @ 9:38a
I'm thankful to still have you in my life after 27 years.