I went running on Thanksgiving morning, and according to my own little tradition, I was supposed to mull over the things for which I am thankful. Instead I found my mind constantly drawn to worry and anxiety. I hate the thought of wasting my years, my moments on this planet with fretting over things. Sometimes I need to stop and thank the universe for its gifts to me, even in the midst of that anxiousness.
The smell of coffee, the feel of my flannel sheets as I slide into bed at the end of the day, blues on the radio, the sun on my skin, the way a face lights up in recognition and pleasure in seeing a friend, these are all things for which I am thankful.
My chickens and the eggs they give, worms, my motorcycle. And learning, about the law, and about ourselves.
Meanwhile, exams loom, and papers need written, and life carries on.
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