For a minute.
So, for that minute, let me tell you what I'm thankful for, okay?
I'm thankful for my friends here online, who have always been so kind and supportive, no matter how crabby and bitchy I've gotten, and no matter how many times I've been a broke-ass chump and lost the Internet. Thank you, all of you who kept coming back. You're awesome.
I'm thankful for my brother and his indomitable will, because, when faced with some bad news about his dreams, he stood up, rolled up his sleeves, and started finding alternative ways to get there from here. The pride I feel in this guy is too big to be contained. Ever.
I'm thankful for the resiliency of my children, who, when told that some of our vacation plans had to be canceled, said, "That's okay, mom, we can have fun here in town," and promptly revived my own optimism and recognition that life is only as hard as you think it is.
I'm thankful that my fridge is stocked and my cabinets have dry goods in them, and that I can cook. Because if I were a "from the box" mom, my poor family would be some unhappy campers over the next month or two while we had to go back to basic fare.
I'm thankful that the Internet isn't how I make my living. If it were, the loss of the cable would be a disaster. This way, it's merely a small hiccup in the progress of my life from one day to the next. And I can live with that.
And lastly, tempting fate though it may be, I'm happy to have my health and my family. I'm happy to still have one of my parents in my life - and a wonderful parent, at that. Looking around at the trials and tribulations some of my friends are having with their aging parents, I have to be extremely grateful that my dad is so great. So great.
Being thankful, I have to say, feels a hell of a lot better than being sorry for myself. So there it is.
Thanks, Universe, for not flattening me like a bug. I know you could if you wanted. So thanks for not doing it.