Every American blog out there is showcasing its “What I’m Thankful For” list. Sure, I’m also thankful for my friends, family, blergh, blargh, etc. However, I have to tell you that what I’m really thankful for this year…is me.

Now, I know what you’re thinking: Conceit! Conceit! She ain’t so great. But that’s where I’m going to have to disagree with you, and please allow me to do so because it’s taken twenty-three years to get to this place. It had a little to do with someone I admire very much, whom I always think has it all together and would never think the same of me (but apparently does to some degree). Mostly, I feel this way because it’s true.

I’m pretty rad, yes. I succeed at most anything I try — cooking, art, writing, decorating, air guitar, budgeting, even boring office assistant work. I am always willing to listen, understand, learn, grow, change, and experiment. I’m not mad when I’m wrong or if I lose. I always want to know more. I think I’m really funny, witty, and clever…and I’m frequently surprised by being able to make myself and others laugh. I’m always willing to fight for what I believe is right…even if I sound like an idiot while doing it. I’m not afraid to put myself out there for all to see and judge. I take pride in my appearance, and I take care of myself. I care deeply about people I don’t even know. I love with my whole heart, and I can sympathize and empathize with the best of them. I’m strong in my convictions, and I never let peer pressure entice me. I am capable of making my own fun and enjoying every second of it. I can still appreciate the same things I did as a child; I never take for granted how great it feels to just lie in the grass and feel the sun on my face…or the importance of singing at the top of my lungs and dancing. I am committed in full to my loved ones, and I would gladly take their burdens if they needed a break. I have a good work ethic and a clear sense of business. I believe in equality in all realms. I like to curl in bed with a lamp and a book and get lost until I fall asleep with the pages falling onto my face. I am grateful and humbled daily, and I don’t feel too embarrassed to let you know. I get absurdly excited over a new blanket or an unexpected gift. I’ve known since a young age that the best gift of all is time.

I know that one day, someone will appreciate everything for which I’m proud of myself. They’ll even see more than I see, and I’ll spend my life trying to make them feel as appreciated, happy, and loved as they’ll make me feel…finally. I deserve it.

Happy Thanksgiving, everyone.