When you’re worried
and you can’t sleep just count your blessings instead of sheep and you’ll fall
asleep counting your blessings.
When my bankroll is
getting low, I think of when I had none at all and I fall asleep counting my
blessings.
Anyone remember what song those
lyrics are from? Bing Crosby sings them so effortlessly in the movie White
Christmas, co-starring Danny Kaye. It’s a good Christmas movie in case anyone
is wondering. I have had that song in my head all day long and because of that
I began to think about my blessings. I started to name them one by one and I
realized how much God has blessed me and how fast it is to fall asleep counting
your blessings. So I thought I would write about Thanksgiving to you, my readers.
I at first thought I would name
my material possessions one by one but that thought was quickly dismissed as
the list but be short and boring. I then got the idea that I would tell you how
much having food to eat and clothes to wear is a blessing that so many of us
overlook and (although they are very essential items) there are things that are
more important than food and clothing. After all throughout my 23 years of
living, I have come to realize that friends and family don’t care what you
dress like (as long as you bathe) or what you eat (as long as you brush your
teeth sometimes) but care about what YOU are. You as a person and as an
individual. Most people equate being an individual by being like everyone else.
I have never understood that mentality but that’s another blog post. I have
struggled many times with confidence and self-esteem especially since I am not
as thin as other women. I have compared myself with other women many times and
wonder if men find me attractive if I looked like the other women. My family
says I’m pretty but they’re supposed to say that aren’t they? Since I am
single, the doubts and the self-esteem issues seem to build up at a faster
pace. I used to think if I had a boyfriend, I would be as confident as her
(points to other woman). I have to come realize that it is a childish effort
and a boyfriend can’t really give you confidence. You need confidence in
yourself and that’s how I came to the idea for this blog.
One of the things I am thankful
for is…(Drum roll please)…that I am me! I am thankful that I am Christa and I
am thankful I am a woman. I am thankful that I can wake up every day and see
curly blonde hair, blue eyes, and a “more to love” body. I am thankful that I
am a Christian and can use my talents as a way to serve the Lord. I am thankful
that I have a passion for music and can clunk around on the piano to make
somewhat of a good sound. I am thankful that I have a weirder than normal sense
of humor and have learned that sarcasm is one of my most trusted weapons (It’s
a joke I’m being sarcastic. HAHA!! I crack myself up!) I am thankful that I am
a very competitive girl who loves sports especially football (Packers all the
way). I am thankful that I have found so many good Christian friends who I can
be myself around because I have been known to create many awkward silence moments
(you know the ones where you hear the crickets). I am thankful that I love
Christmas so much that I start listening to Christmas music in July and have
already decorated my cubicle with Christmas stuff one week ago. I even have a
tree! I am thankful that I have this blog to talk about what I am thankful for.
I am thankful that when I go to sleep at night I can fall asleep without
finishing my blessings list. This year I am thankful, most of all, for being
me!
So my fellow readers-to end this
blog I bring you a quote and a video. The quote is from an Anonymous Person who
I think has the right idea about Thanksgiving “It isn’t what you have in your
pockets that make you thankful, but what you have in your heart.” The song is from
Josh Groban called “There’s so Much to Be Thankful For”
Till next week, Happy
Thanksgiving to all and to all a good night!
(I know, I know the last sentence
was from a Charles Dickens book. What did I tell you I have a weird sense of
humor. Bye!)
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