On Thanksgiving – and always – I feel so incredibly blessed for this little life of mine. If you would have told me five years ago that I’d be living in one of my favorite parts of New York, working at a job that I really love, writing for a dozen or so magazines and have an incredible group of friends, I probably wouldn’t have believed you. Sometimes I want to pinch myself that nearly everything I’ve wanted has worked itself out… beautifully. Surprisingly.
Perfectly how it was supposed to.
Now of course, there are things I’d like and things I dream of. There are Thanksgivings I imagine with my one-day man, and there are certain visions and luxuries I’d like to be my reality one day, but in this moment, sitting in my PJs with Christmas music playing, my pup at my feet and my roommate cooking in the kitchen, I’d say life is pretty damn good right now.
So thank you. Thank you for showing me just how much love there is in this world. There is SO much, I can’t ever explain.
For coming back to this blog to read my thoughts, my adventures, my mishaps and all of the things in between. Thank you for your comments, your support, your tweets, you Facebook posts and your emails. I never thought Confessions of a Love Addict would become what it has, and it wouldn’t have happened without each and every one of you. Though I knock on wood as I type this, there might just be a day – soon – when you can pick up my book at a bookstore (or your Kindle), and even for that opportunity, even if it doesn’t quite come true, I’m thankful for the chance.
There have been many amazing things about this year that I have to be thankful for – I simply couldn’t list them all – but here are just a few biggies: