Thanksgiving. A hijacked day. A forgotten day. Stuck in between Halloween and “the holidays.” Whatever. No one gives a shit anyway.
But, I forgot to give thanks. I almost died. Seriously. Because I did not recognize how grateful I am to be alive.
I need to give thanks. I need to be grateful. I am grateful for you comments. I am grateful for your encouragement. Thank you.
It is hard for me to write. I never learned phonics. I hate reading. I have no attention span. I don’t even know what to write. I get scared. I get self-conscious.
Every time I hit publish I am scared. I am frightened. What if no one reads me? What if this sucks? Is this just a waste of time? Screw this, I should just go watch South Park.
But I wouldn’t have it any other way. I need to be scared. I need to be afraid. Because then that means I have stretched my boundaries. No more scared little boy. Time to be a man. And only then can I get better.
Thank you. Thank you for keeping me going. Thank you for reminding me you are out there.