I've never been good at being thankful.

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But here it is--

I'm alive.

I am safe and warm and ensconced at the bottom of a lease, and not on the streets.

I am employed at a job I love, and not hunting or penniless.

I have a good car, a good computer, everything I need. I have my books on my shelves, and writing to do, and I've received a kind letter from my grandmother.

I know people who care for me.

I...have it good. There's been so much instability, so much depression, so much loss in this past year that this is remarkably hard for me to perceive.

This is why I often find Thanksgiving a rather jarring holiday. Not because of the inevitable drama over whose house I go to, not because I have to deal with my mother, but because--I have it really, alarmingly good. And I usually forget this fact. And I'm not always comfortable with the concept that I'm better off than some people I know. But...yeah.

Must finish coffee and head off to the family drama. Wry contemplative moments aside, HAPPY BIRD DAY, FOR GREAT NOMS!

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You should swing by for dessert. :)