Someone asked what I’m most grateful last week... cause Thanksgiving obviously. I usually hit everyone with the usual: God, family, friends, this skin, my hair, a roof over my head, my job, sea salt caramel Talenti, etc.
This time, I was hit with a little inspiration making me change my answer. I’m grateful for my life not going as planned. If you know anything about my past, you know this life I’m living now, it’s not even closed to the one 22 year old Sioban dreamed of. 10 years ago I thought I’d have an MBA, a husband, two kids, a house, a cat, and a collection of tailored skirt suits, and a Lexus truck.
Now, I’m here, 10 years later, 2018 and 33 about to sneak me like a fight video on worldstar, I always dread my rent bill, I'm single (and very unimpressed by what’s available - I actually am about to start officially claiming asexual), laughing at the thought at more school loans, and borrowing people’s children to get my baby fix. I also despise the thought of suits and anything but an Audi.
I still love cats but my friends said they won't visit me if I get one
You would think I’d be the living Mr. Krabs meme. And don’t let em be fake, I have my moments where I'm like...
but overall I’m so thankful for my vision going to shit.
Someone said instead of focusing on goals yet achieved to "find happiness", focus on the milestones you hit already. There is joy in knowing you have accomplished things and will again.
Also, I wrote this top part of this last week. Since then, I know someone or know someone who knows someone who has died. 4 someones actually. I couldn't publish this post about gratitude without reminding you that every breath you and the people you love take, is a gift.
Be thankful.
