There are a few things happening in my life that I do not wish to post on a very public blog, but they are bringing me down.I am very conscious of how my mood affects those around me, those who love me, and those I interact with on a daily basis. I try very hard to sort my emotions (especially negative) out before unloading on someone. I am well aware that everyone is fighting a battle every day and while the issues I may be struggling with may seem significant to me, to others they are so insignificant, it may be a waste of breath to express myself. The thing is, my funk is caused by things out of my control right now, so I will ride the wave and move along.
This past weekend we celebrated Thanksgiving in Canada. The weekend was long for me, and I always enjoy the holiday. I love cooking. Like...a lot. I take great pride in my above-average cooking skills, and my boyfriend happens to love eating so it goes well together. Thanksgiving to me is a time to really take time and reflect on what makes me happy, what I need to work on and of course...what I am thankful for.
I should have written this post before my rant about my doctor issues the other day, but sometimes verbal diarrhea takes over.
Anyway I am truly thankful to be Canadian. I am not a person to be patriotic, or nationalistic, but I mean that in the way that indicated I am happy to be a part of a tiny part of the human population that has access to clean water, warmth, medication, doctors etc. I am thankful that I don't have to worry about getting shot when I go outdoors, or that someone will take my rights away from me over night.
I am thankful that I am a woman. I am thankful that I have pushed myself as hard as I did to learn the things I have and even more thankful that through these times that I am in a funk I push myself to learn more.
Two things I want to share on the eve of The Day Of The Girl:
This is from Pinterest, but originally posted at Dress a Day
Also just another thing that happened today and actually made the news (I say that because it happens EVERY day and it doesn't always make the news): Malala Yousafzai was shot in the head yesterday for speaking out against Islam and its regulations against women being educated. An Islamist militant group not only shot her in the head, but declared that if she survived they will not give up. She is 14 years old.
When I was 14 I would kick and scream if I didn't get $3 to get the new Bop Magazine, and this woman is speaking out because she wants the right to be able to READ a magazine.
You can read the article on the BBC here
So, yeah. I am thankful that I won't get shot in the head for wanting to learn. My funk isn't so bad in comparison. Excuse me while I finish of my whiskey and ginger in the bath.