In six months time I'll have my MFA. It hard to believe that 2 years ago and some change back I was having a breakdown over drinks with Johnnyboy--what the hell am I doing, how am I going to pay for this, now it's real and I'm in and I have to deal with it. And now it's almost over. Funny. I'm happy and sad and overwhelmed at the prospect of being out there again. I alternate between wanting to be out and wanting to stay.
I'm thankful that I took the plunge and decided to go.
I'm thankful that both my parents are in good health.
I'm thankful that I've got a big family, even though most of them think I'm insane.
I'm thankful for the friends that were there for me when I needed them, and for being so understanding when school swallowed up my life.
I'm thankful for all the people that have come into my life--the good, bad, and ugly.
I'm thankful that I've learned it's OK to cry--or rather, that I'm still learning it's OK to cry.
I'm thankful I found a boss who, God bless her, gave me a job when I needed it.
I'm thankful for crisp fall days and good food and wine and New York and the fact that I'm alive and in good health to enjoy it all.
Mmmm, Thanksgiving. Monday the craziness starts again, but for now, everything is good and right with the world.