Thanksgiving. It’s a much bigger deal here in the States than it is in Canada. I mean, what do Canadians give thanks for? Trudeau?? Socialized medicine? Dan Ackroyd? Ok, maybe Dan Ackroyd.
I am very bitter this year, and having a really hard time giving thanks for much. Leap Years have a way of kicking the shit out of me, and this one has been a humdinger. But just because I can’t yet see past the clouds yet doesn’t mean I won’t at some point soon, and I want to record the things that are important to me for when that moment comes.
My readers. You have pulled me out of many sticky spots this year. You are amazing, and I wouldn’t have made it halfway through this Leap Year without you.
Beth, John, Stacy & Family. Poster people for Christian charity – you will always have a place in my heart. I never had to see the inside of a real homeless shelter because of you. You gave me a place to hide and a place to heal. Thank you.
The assorted Toronto crew, readers and writers alike. Meredith, Kathy, K, etc. Meredith for taking care of me after this happened. It was one of the toughest moments I’ve lived through, and for anyone who knows me at all, you know what that means.
Nina Simone and Blue Rodeo for the soundtrack that brought me through to the other side of it.
God, for giving me these shoulders. Enough already, though, ok pal?
THP, from long ago, for staying in my mind and heart every day since 1996, making sure I keep going. No matter what.
The girl from Oregon. Thanks for your help.
The blog and media world for listening to what I have to say, enjoying it and sticking around. Micheal Coren for having me on the show and giving me exposure, and Mike Williams for giving me Brass Balls Radio (currently nominated for best Canadian podcast – have you voted yet?). Guys named Mike in general, ok?
For my new clients – they’re all new – for taking a chance on this ahem “unknown” freelancer. That includes all the great bloggers I work with over on LadyBlog.
I am especially thankful that this year is nearly over, and that Leap Years only come every four years. That’s more than enough.
I stumbled upon you quite by accident Wendy. Though we’ve never met (and probably never will) I know your a beautiful person, for I can see your heart through your writing. Thank you for sharing your story. Most would not.
We all feel pain in some way, and I won’t try to mitigate yours with tales of others, but do know this, it’s at our weakest moments that our real strenght is built. And without friends we would have so very little. You have much to be thankful for on this day. We all do.
God bless you and keep you Wendy. And thank you.
Thank you for sharing your stories, Wendy. Although I seldom comment, I read your blog daily. You are a very gifted writer, and a brave lady to open yourself up to your readers in such a personal way. I hope things improve for you and you are able to find true happiness. It sounds like you have wonderful people in your life, who love you very much. Hang on to that when all else fails.
I guess I’ll always have a different attitude toward leapyears. A very kind, patient older boy who lived down the street from us spent many hours with me until I could ride a bike. His birthday only came around every four years.
I remember reading something once written by a guy who was explaining how to split cinderblocks with one’s bare hand. He mentioned that you had to aim below the brick when striking, or else you would pull your punch and break your hand.
It is good to see you aiming beyond the obstacles of life. Happy Thanksgiving.
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