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12.75 hours into 2010, and
I had already given up on counting my blessings. There were too many. I was in my parents’ bathtub, water at 44°C up to my shoulders, watching droplets of cold water as they dripped from the faucet, skidding across the three red goldfish tattooed on my little left foot.
So many blessings, even in that image. The comfort of the warm water cradle, the luxurious tingle of the cold droplets sliding down. My painted toenails like tiny white Chiclets. My adorable feet. My feet. I have feet: my world is limitless.
A New Year’s Day hangover is a blessing. I am blessed for what came before it. I am blessed with my friends who are probably hung over with me, sleeping, I hope. I am blessed with the friends who I have been hung over with, and the friends who I will be hung over with someday. If there is crossover between, I am blessed. If not, I am blessed, too. I am blessed with friends on opposite ends of the earth.
I am blessed with family who will bring me halfway across the planet and let me soak in their bath. Family who, not even knowing I came home at 6 in the morning, will let me sleep in until 11:30AM on New Year’s Day and feed me when I wake up looking like a wreck. Family who has never let me sleep in before.
Sometimes I think that I work too hard for too little reward. I am blessed that this is a sometimes thought. I don’t always get what I want. The things I am best at: spelling, remembering song lyrics, and making myself laugh. This considered, I am blessed to ever get what I want.
I’m blessed with both skepticism and trust, fraternal twins incubating in my soul. I don’t know much about Kant at all, but I’m blessed to have read these words of his before I left home: “The limits of the mind are often mistaken to be the limits of the world.” I’m blessed with a mind that only seems to shed limits.
Most of all, I am blessed with the recognition, at my young age, that these are blessings, and that there are so many more, countless, many so little but all so brilliant, in my world. I am blessed with the instinct, even in my New Year’s hangover, to laugh vocally to myself on the first day of the new year because life is so good!
I wish you all the very best I can: that in 2010, you can find as many blessings in your life as I can in mine.
I had already given up on counting my blessings. There were too many. I was in my parents’ bathtub, water at 44°C up to my shoulders, watching droplets of cold water as they dripped from the faucet, skidding across the three red goldfish tattooed on my little left foot.
So many blessings, even in that image. The comfort of the warm water cradle, the luxurious tingle of the cold droplets sliding down. My painted toenails like tiny white Chiclets. My adorable feet. My feet. I have feet: my world is limitless.
A New Year’s Day hangover is a blessing. I am blessed for what came before it. I am blessed with my friends who are probably hung over with me, sleeping, I hope. I am blessed with the friends who I have been hung over with, and the friends who I will be hung over with someday. If there is crossover between, I am blessed. If not, I am blessed, too. I am blessed with friends on opposite ends of the earth.
I am blessed with family who will bring me halfway across the planet and let me soak in their bath. Family who, not even knowing I came home at 6 in the morning, will let me sleep in until 11:30AM on New Year’s Day and feed me when I wake up looking like a wreck. Family who has never let me sleep in before.
Sometimes I think that I work too hard for too little reward. I am blessed that this is a sometimes thought. I don’t always get what I want. The things I am best at: spelling, remembering song lyrics, and making myself laugh. This considered, I am blessed to ever get what I want.
I’m blessed with both skepticism and trust, fraternal twins incubating in my soul. I don’t know much about Kant at all, but I’m blessed to have read these words of his before I left home: “The limits of the mind are often mistaken to be the limits of the world.” I’m blessed with a mind that only seems to shed limits.
Most of all, I am blessed with the recognition, at my young age, that these are blessings, and that there are so many more, countless, many so little but all so brilliant, in my world. I am blessed with the instinct, even in my New Year’s hangover, to laugh vocally to myself on the first day of the new year because life is so good!
I wish you all the very best I can: that in 2010, you can find as many blessings in your life as I can in mine.