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Giving Thanks

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Happy Thanksgiving, pals!

There are so many things in this life to be thankful for. I think I’m afraid to try and list them all for fear of jinxing myself.

I have a hilarious and supportive family, my health is good (well, chronic DVT isn’t super healthy, but still, alive despite that, so counting it!). I have peace, food and shelter. The basics are definitely more than covered.

This Thanksgiving weekend as I thought about the past year’s tribulations and triumphs and mulled over the things I have to be grateful for, one lovely face after another flickered past my mind’s eye.

Over the past year following the most confusing, heartbreaking and drawn-out breakup I’ve ever experienced, my friends have proved time and time again to be an incredible source of love, strength and support.

So, this year, they are what I’m grateful for.

For Emma, who immediately felt the fury I was too stunned and sad to feel. And who masterminded this hilarious little bit of magic to boot.

For Red, who had the misfortune of picking up the phone weeks after my breakup to hear me, her most dry-eyed, stiff upper-lipped friend, plead: “Hey, can you talk to me? I can’t seem to stop crying. I don’t know what to do.” and who talked to me and made me laugh until my chest loosened enough for sleep.

For my West Coast pal, who promised to have her kicking boots ready, should she encounter my ex-fiance in her travels.

For my cousin, who sat down with a pencil and paper to try to puzzle out with me what the hell had happened, and who shared more sage and helpful advice than she has any right to possess at her age. Dear old soul.

For Sam, who eagerly adopted the role of personal cheerleader, and whose extremely gentle threats towards anyone who might dare to break my heart always crack me up.

For Emily, who would not allow me to feel stupid or at fault for believing in love and magic and my own intuition and who was so empathetic that her dreams cooked up revenge for me.

For every one of you that took the time to check in and see how I was doing, who sent a kind word, held my hand, bought me a drink, listened, distracted or made me laugh.

Because of you, I am just fine.

And that’s definitely something to be thankful for.

10 Responses to Giving Thanks

    • metamorphocity says:

      Hey Lisa,

      Thanks so much for popping by! All are welcome at Thanksgiving! I say just celebrate both! One in honour of your Canadian neighbours!

  • Sam says:

    What a beautiful post my lovely friend!! You have such a wonderful and infectious perspective on life and your soothing, insightful, beautiful and hilarious self is one of the things I’m grateful for (ps. not calling you a thing a la Don Jon, just can’t figure out how else to phrase it). My gratitude list includes lovely friends like you who are good for my soul, my little apartment that is all mine, being sober, seeing how my relationships with my family can transform and become better and being able to love myself (and that’s just the short-list!). And if you ever need someone to throw a lukewarm beverage on an enemy or stick a silly sign on their back, I’m your girl!

    • metamorphocity says:

      Haha. I imagine you just putting a sparkly “You rock!” sticker on an enemy’s back and chuckling to yourself contentedly. You’re the lovely friend!

  • Emma says:

    This made my morning 🙂
    I do sometimes have to pinch myself when I think of all the amazing people in my life – yourself included – who make me excited about getting up in the morning!

    I think my contribution to my family’s thanksgiving toast this year was something like, “I’m thankful for the things that make me excited!” Which isn’t very eloquent, but pretty much sums it up!

    • metamorphocity says:

      Ha. Totally. What a gloomy thing life would be if you couldn’t find things/people etc. to get excited about! I’m absolutely grateful for that.

  • This is so lovely! I feel so lucky to have so many blessings to be thankful for this year, but it also includes all the bad stuff that happened in other years. Tribulation makes us strong, gives us perspective, gives us badges of honour, and warrior experience. The warrior experience is especially useful in those vivid dreams, I find. Keep shining–you brilliant woman!

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