Rebellious Thoughts of a Woman

I am thankful that I am not a bitter woman, or that I am not letting my anger and hurt and pain consume me. Or that I do not feel that I am a bitter woman. 

I am thankful that I still believe that people are basically good and compassionate, and a reason to go out in the world every day.

I am thankful that I have two daughters who I was able to raise to the best of my abilities.

I am thankful for my students who have forced me to learn the eight parts of speech, and to identify a thesis statement, and who have made me get outside of myself for hours a day—and night—because, indeed, it is a village and I like the realization that I am a part of something, that I receive even more than I contribute.

I am thankful that Barack Obama will be president in less than two months.

I am thankful that there is a chance the war in Iraq will soon be over.

I am thankful that I am healthy (at least I think I am).

I am thankful for discovering blogging, which is a world of reading and writing and written conversations--and new friends and acquaintances. What more could a person want? (Rhetorical question)

I am thankful for my parents who have stood by me and held me up and listened to me cry for countless cellphone minutes.

I am thankful for Poops, who snuggles next to me and makes me remember that I am not alone, and that I am snuggly. 

I am thankful for my friends because life would be so pale without them.

I am thankful for the beauty that is before me every second of the day.

I am thankful for my daughters.

I am thankful.