Happy Thanksgiving to all the Legendary Writers of Tomorrow, celebrating this lovely holiday today! To keep the tradition going, here’s a list of everything I’m grateful for:
My wonderful family. I love them with all of my colorful heart. Can’t wait to see everyone today!
My amazing friends. They’re the real MVPs. We’ve battled life, got our behinds kicked, quite a few times, and have stuck it out together!
Breathing. I’m thankful to be living, walking, and exploring this wondrous world of life.
WordPress. It’s amazing being able to give my imagination a voice, in which WordPress helped with.
All of you amazing writers that I have met this past year! It’s been an honor getting to know a lot of you, learning from you all, and sharing literary art amongst each other. Thank you guys so much for the writing camaraderie! It’s been an honor and a blessing!
The jokes on you, as I jump out from the side. This can be a scary time, make sure to check your behind. I may hide in the bushes, or dress like a scary snowman. Maybe I’ll gift a whoopee cushion, or dress like a haunted program.
I may put a sheet over my head, and run out with a “boo!” I may even put a creepy mask over my face, and stand like a statue.
Lake, a body of water, surrounded by land. Prank, a body of humor, surrounded by grins.
It’s the kid in me, never growing up, and having some fun. Maybe one day it’ll happen, but for now, you better speedup and rrrrrrunnn!
Let’s talk about self-love. Is it wrong to love yourself? How much love are you able to reward your soul? When does it become narcissism? Am I narcissistic? Maybe a little, I suppose.
I find it relieving to finally be able to say, nowadays, that I love the man in the mirror. My reflection and my protection. I love my common name, I love my height, and I definitely love the skin I’m in! If hate is yang, then I am yin.
Life isn’t easy sometimes, but is it for anyone? Probably not. We all have our own gun. We all have our own battles. It’s a blessing when you find the path to release your shackles. Being held down by a mental prison, with the “kicker” being, it was created by an inner mission. To keep yourself from getting hurt. To divert. Though, the hurt in not living, only does a revert.
How does one live if one isn’t living? The joke that keeps giving. It’s a little tired now. See you later, joke – ciao! Ain’t no mountain high enough, to keep me from loving myself. Time to bid the colorful antipathy, a longing farewell.