Gracias

Late as usual. It's part of my charm, right?

Although Thanksgiving has already flown by, I wanted to put my two cents in for the things that I am grateful for. While I am really good at restating and sometimes overstating the obvious (ie. being grateful for family, friends, people who have changed our lives, love, health....), I thought I would try a different route than stating the things for which we are all really grateful for.

I was doing the dishes (which is my best productive thinking time) and random life events, memories really, flashed through my mind. These little memories are always bouncing around in my brain but are somewhat insignificant. Rich memories that didn't quite alter my life or decisions, rather they held some sweetness during some salty times of my life.

I was lucky enough to move during my sophomore year of high school. Being your average, shy introvert, I weathered the change fair to partly well. Sort of. It wasn't the best year of my life. But, when your fifteen, being melodramatic comes with the territory.

So, my first day of high school was pretty uneventful. Which means, I don't think I talked to anyone. Not one single person. Except for teachers. But they don't count. One girl, in my art class at the end of the day, smiled at me. No big deal, right? In fact, this memory pops into my mind frequently. That one little gesture made that day a little more bearable. And made my awkward fifteen year old self actually smile back.

My point is, I'm grateful for this little memory and the many others like it. The small things that make a storm cloud thin just enough to let some sunshine through.