Thursdays seem to come so quickly nowadays, perhaps because I sort of anticipate them by trying to figure out what I’m thankful for each week. In my last entry on immigration, I shared that I personally didn’t do anything special to end up here except be born to a really cute couple. :) I shared this because I wanted you to know that I am grateful for the opportunity that was given to me without any effort on my own part. I didn’t have to go through the arduous process, my parents did (ok, I did too, but I was too young to understand what was happening). There are things I don’t have to think about here because of my parents’ work to ensure our status here, and I am thankful for that.
One of my worst qualities is that I want to reap the rewards with minimal effort. I want my relaxed hair to grow nice and long and look healthy, yet I don’t deep condition it, don’t use the products I buy for my hair with any regularity, and I don’t ensure that my body gets filled with only nutrients that will help my hair. The same is true of weightloss: eating candy every day and refusing to exercise is not the key to sporting a svelte figure. When I hear that someone has lost an incredible amount of weight, I ask how because I’m hoping that miracle diet where you eat whatever you want and drop 50, 70, or 90 pounds just like that will come along. The same is true of my desire to be a decent photographer. I have the camera, I have a good reference book and borrow other books from the library often, yet I don’t read them, I don’t pick up the camera and use it every day. Instead, I grab it when I want to capture a shot, and spend more time being frustrated that the picture didn’t turn out the way I wanted it to rather than taking the time to learn why this is.
Uh, so you’re probably wondering Where is this going? What is she thankful for? Shebi I came here to help her thank God for her blessings?!? Well, I’m thankful that even when I make bad choices and mistakes every day, I live to see another day and get another chance to figure things out. I have been blessed to continue to stay healthy and safe despite unwise choices, and I don’t take that for granted at all. In fact, I have to work hard not to constantly feel like I’m a ticking time bomb whose bad choices will catch up with her one day because that kind of stress if not beneficial.
Finally, I am thankful for mail. I have always loved mail, for as long as I’ve been old enough to understand the concept. Up until a few weeks ago, when I would get home, I’d ask my parents or siblings if I had received any mail, and they usually have it stacked up for me. I check for mail every day. Even bills are ok, I just like having something addressed to me. Two of my “online” friends asked for my new address and I received welcome mail from them and is there anything that makes you feel more at home than getting mail addressed to you in your new abode? I don’t think so! I love receiving and sending mail (though I hate waiting to see if they received it, and I hate waiting to receive something too), and when the mood strikes I love writing and sending cards and letters. In this email, text message and instant message age, I hope sending things in the post never dies.