Thanksgiving month, days 1-4
Nov. 13th, 2011 10:16 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
unhappytriadCrossposted from Google+, mainly because I seldom post anything here, and figured what the hell:
Thanksgiving month, day 1:
Shamelessly ripping off John Scalzi by writing about something I'm thankful for every day in November.
I am thankful for my three amazing, talented, witty, fierce, loyal and brilliant daughters. They have unquestionably made the world a better place just by being in it, and they're not done yet. I'm also thankful for how well they get along with each other and with their parents, and for how each of them lights up with excitement about their various enthusiasms. I'm proud to be related to all of them.
Thanksgiving month, day 2:
I am thankful for a life filled with music. Lullabies, folksongs, my brother's Beatles LPs, Bach chorales around the fireplace, sight-reading clinics, the Verdi Requiem, Bela Fleck/Edgar Meyer/Zakir Hussein, singing while waiting in line to see King Tut at the Smithsonian (and getting a standing ovation from the other folks in line!), choir tour, madrigals, Gilbert & Sullivan, Jonathan Coulton, Ella Fitzgerald--I cannot imagine what life would be like without it. To my parents, siblings, teachers, fellow choir members and all the musicians whose work I love: thank you.
Thanksgiving month, day 3:
I am thankful for a home where I can rest my head. A sound, warm, dry house shared with people (and animals) who love me, that is a refuge rather than another source of stress.
Too tired to write more, but not too tired to be very very glad to be home.
Thanksgiving month, day 4:
I am thankful that I took up taekwondo at the age of 40. I got in shape. I met a lot of really, really cool people. (I also tore the anterior cruciate ligament in my left knee, but that's another story for another time). I gained the confidence to apply to the Physical Therapist Assistant program at Athens Tech, and the courage, patience and perseverance to stick with it until I graduated--so now I have a career that I love. I met a person who'd been through a horribly traumatic experience in his youth, and who not at all coincidentally was in a position to help me when I went through a similar horribly traumatic experience. I finally learned to tell my left from my right, and more importantly in my new career, to tell other people's left from their right. I learned a lot about lifting, moving, and propping up other people, even if they're bigger than me. I learned that I am capable right this minute of things I don't know I can do; and that I can learn to do even more. I learned that the world does not end if I screw up, look like a fool, or get kicked in the head. I learned that stance is more important than you think. (Don't believe me? Try to break a board while standing on one foot. Go ahead, I'll wait.)
Thanks, Mr. Hughes and everyone at Live Oak Martial Arts.
Thanksgiving month, day 1:
Shamelessly ripping off John Scalzi by writing about something I'm thankful for every day in November.
I am thankful for my three amazing, talented, witty, fierce, loyal and brilliant daughters. They have unquestionably made the world a better place just by being in it, and they're not done yet. I'm also thankful for how well they get along with each other and with their parents, and for how each of them lights up with excitement about their various enthusiasms. I'm proud to be related to all of them.
Thanksgiving month, day 2:
I am thankful for a life filled with music. Lullabies, folksongs, my brother's Beatles LPs, Bach chorales around the fireplace, sight-reading clinics, the Verdi Requiem, Bela Fleck/Edgar Meyer/Zakir Hussein, singing while waiting in line to see King Tut at the Smithsonian (and getting a standing ovation from the other folks in line!), choir tour, madrigals, Gilbert & Sullivan, Jonathan Coulton, Ella Fitzgerald--I cannot imagine what life would be like without it. To my parents, siblings, teachers, fellow choir members and all the musicians whose work I love: thank you.
Thanksgiving month, day 3:
I am thankful for a home where I can rest my head. A sound, warm, dry house shared with people (and animals) who love me, that is a refuge rather than another source of stress.
Too tired to write more, but not too tired to be very very glad to be home.
Thanksgiving month, day 4:
I am thankful that I took up taekwondo at the age of 40. I got in shape. I met a lot of really, really cool people. (I also tore the anterior cruciate ligament in my left knee, but that's another story for another time). I gained the confidence to apply to the Physical Therapist Assistant program at Athens Tech, and the courage, patience and perseverance to stick with it until I graduated--so now I have a career that I love. I met a person who'd been through a horribly traumatic experience in his youth, and who not at all coincidentally was in a position to help me when I went through a similar horribly traumatic experience. I finally learned to tell my left from my right, and more importantly in my new career, to tell other people's left from their right. I learned a lot about lifting, moving, and propping up other people, even if they're bigger than me. I learned that I am capable right this minute of things I don't know I can do; and that I can learn to do even more. I learned that the world does not end if I screw up, look like a fool, or get kicked in the head. I learned that stance is more important than you think. (Don't believe me? Try to break a board while standing on one foot. Go ahead, I'll wait.)
Thanks, Mr. Hughes and everyone at Live Oak Martial Arts.
