I’m grateful that it’s acceptable for women to go to bars alone. It wasn’t always that way, but let’s face it: all humans need a place to eat and drink. I’m grateful this week passed quickly and is ending without much drama and a decent amount of progress. And, I’m grateful for people who can cook. The end.
These past few months have been difficult and trying. The short days and long nights don’t help, which is why I’m so grateful for the tradition of holiday lights. It’s uplifting to see the neighborhood dressed up – bright, and shiny. It gives you hope. I’m grateful for my ability to say No. It is a complete sentence. Whenever I say it, I piss people off. But, I see how much people who can’t say No suffer, and it’s worth the wrath. And, I’m grateful for men who can cook. Somethin’ kinda sexy about watching your dinner being flipped around in a pan.