With Thanksgiving coming up next week, it does make you ponder what you’re thankful for. I know some days seem impossible and grueling, days we want to give up. But I do know I have a lot to be thankful for. And my “woes” almost seem petty when I really think about it. But the mind — it can be a dark place, our worst enemy, the mirror we talk to, sometimes spitting venom.So today I thought I’d stop and pause to focus on what I’m grateful for. I could write all the cliched things I should be thankful for and am, but I choose something else. And ask you to join me in sharing something, or someone, you are grateful for; sometimes, it’s even a negative person that has shown us the direction we need to take that is productive rather than debilitating, and even that is something to be thankful for.
Today I am going to focus on being thankful for being a woman. Many ask: If you could be the opposite sex for one day, what would be the first thing you would do? A fun exercise, but it makes me realize I love my femininity. I enjoy the daily emotions I go through, even the negative ones. I feel. I empathize. I think women have that gift at its highest level. I think it’s our greatest treasure. I don’t live life in dull hues but dark ones and bright ones and all the hues in between. Some may think being emotional is a flaw; perhaps they are right. But e.e. cummings once wrote, “since feeling is first,” and I think he’s right. If we don’t stop and feel, why are we living?
Love is the ultimate in this spectrum of emotions women are capable of feeling. The meeting of someone, the fall, the ultimate in finding true love…it’s what makes us human, it’s really why we hope and dream. It’s why we breathe. Even heartache has its place as we come down from that high. And they are all emotions I think women are graced to feel on high throttle. (And perhaps a lot of men too.)
On a more superficial level, I also love my curves and clothes and shoes; I love the way adrenaline from dancing or love-making reaches my cheeks. I love my long hair and the way his fingers feel running through it. I like to touch my lips and look at them look in several different shades of lipstick And yup. As you know, I love the color pink.
My life isn’t perfect. I am not perfect. So far from it. But I do think my gift of femininity allows me to feel in uniquely womanly ways. And so, however I came on this Earth to live as a woman, that is what I am grateful for.
Originally published at rbobrien.weebly.com.