Honestly? I’m grateful for way too much… but in the best possible way. XD

I’m grateful for my family — my loud, hilarious, chaotic, annoying, loving family. The people who shaped me, challenged me, supported me, and somehow didn’t lose their minds while doing it. I’m grateful for my life, even on the days where I dramatically flop onto my bed and declare the world “dead to me” because my outfit won’t cooperate on a very important day or someone irritated me at the wrong moment. XD
I’m grateful for my creativity and my weird little talents — even though I constantly downplay them or pretend I don’t care. Truth is, they’re my superpower. They get me through everything. Writing, drawing, editing, even the stupid little scribbles I do when I’m bored — they keep me stable in ways I don’t recognize until I look back and go…
“Oh. Damn. That saved me.”

I’m grateful for the tiny things in life, too — the stuff most people forget to notice.
Like the way snow falls silently at night, soft and glowing under the streetlights.
The way hot cocoa tastes when you’re sitting by the fire, warm mug between your palms, toes tucked under a blanket, Yule music humming in the background like the world itself is sighing.
The way winter smells — cold, clean, a little magical.
The fact that I even get nights like that… a life safe enough and calm enough to enjoy something as simple as warmth.

I’m grateful that my family is here this week, all stuffed together under one roof like a pack of feral wolves pretending to act normal.
I’m grateful I get to laugh and scream over video games with my cousins and siblings — even if it’s still up for debate whether I win because I’m good or because they let me. 😅
I’m grateful for the nights I stay up too late talking, the inside jokes no one else would ever understand, and all the dumb chaotic memories we stack up like building blocks.

I’m grateful for my friends — the ones who stick by me no matter what.
Even when we argue over a writing project we share, or stress over characters, or spiral because a plot isn’t working and someone accidentally writes something too similar and chaos breaks loose. XD
Even when we’re miles apart — two hours, two states, or literally across the world — they still show up. They still help. They still love me through the mess.
That’s rare. And I don’t take it lightly.

I’m grateful that I get to be this… somewhat normal, but also awesomely weird unique girl who doesn’t have to worry about all the truly terrifying things in life.
The worst thing I stress about is whether my hair looks half-decent when I’m around a cute boy. XD Well, not entirely, but you get the idea.
I am grateful — deeply — that I don’t go to bed hungry or freezing. That my worries are small enough they can be healed by music, art, laughter, or sleep.
That’s a privilege.
And I know it.

I’m grateful for the people who lived on this land long before me — the Indigenous peoples who cared for it, protected it, respected it.
I’m grateful for my ancestors, too. The ones who survived countless eras, choices, wars, hardships, and miracles so I could exist here, now, breathing, living, being… me.

I’m grateful for all the beautiful things I get to see and experience — the sunsets, the forests, the animals, the storms, the snow, the people, the laughter, the possibilities.
For every moment of softness, every chaotic adventure, every lesson, every blessing, every chance to grow.

I’m grateful for all the people in the world who choose to do good, who help others, who lift people up instead of tearing them down.
You gotta love those guys. Lol. They keep humanity alive.

And honestly? There’s so much more I could say.
So many things I could list.
So many things that make me stop and whisper thank you — to the gods, to the universe, to my family, to my ancestors, to my friends who are basically my family, and to myself for surviving long enough to enjoy all of this.

And what do I pray for? For life to keep going the way it is — and to just keep getting better from here on out as long as I don’t stop and keep going till I reach that goal.

I pray for that everyday, actually. And for everyone. Because I believe anyone can do anything if they’ve got the drive, the confidence and the belief that yes, they CAN do this. And they will.

Aaaand that my mom will make some more Raspberry Apple Granola pie hehe. 😋 (Although that’s more of a hope than a prayer. XD)

But in all seriousness.
Thank the gods and ourselves for this life. 🖤✨

Happy Thanksgiving, y’all! :D

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