Getting in early on my sporadic offering of things to be thankful for:
- The natural environment and having time to explore it…
- Writing: it’s been years since I sat down, embraced silence, and wrote creatively. Tasmania has reignited the flame and writing has once again become a part of my life.
- Friends you’d run up mountains to reach: I’ve probably overused this particular offering but dammit, it’s all true. I have some spectacular friends, who continue to be a massive part of my life even though I’ve crossed a strait of water and become a recluse, thanks guys, it means more than I ever say. You keep me sane.
- Being a love stumbler. I’m officially labelling myself a love stumbler. I’m blind as a bat to peoples interest in me and am very skilled at pursuing people I thought were interested in me (and I them) only to discover I was completely wrong. It’s not necessarily something I’m thankful for but it has resulted in a number of interesting scenarios that make for damn good stories.
- Visiting home: home is, and always will be, home. I can’t wait to wind down the windows and smell the familiar scents of my childhood beckoning me to my family home where, within the first few weeks of living there, I rode a washing machine into the front door and broke a glass pane. Good times.