I spent a good deal of years working in healthcare accounting. I understand cost reports and step-down allocations, volume and intensity based budgeting and reporting, and a lot of other boring things.
I used to think, on cold mornings especially, I wish I didn’t have to go to work, blech, I don’t want to go to work…
My drive to work took me by the Wayside Christian Mission.
Standing outside the doors as I drove off to my job was a line of people, waiting for the Mission to open, waiting to come in out of the cold, waiting for a hot meal, waiting for such small things that I took for granted.
It always made me ashamed that I had complained.
As crazy as my mother was, and as poor as we were, she gave me a clear understanding of how lucky I WAS.
I never went hungry; my mother did.
I knew that however poor we were, I was still luckier than most of the planet.
I feel pretty thankful, honestly, most of the time. Things can always be better, but things can always be worse, too.
I am thankful for the health of my family and my friends and myself.
I’m thankful for the people who have served me, over time. I know I am not the easiest person. I am demanding and critical and I have an opinion on everything.
I have been lucky to be served, and loved, by extraordinary men, and I am grateful.
I have extraordinary slaves now, and my life would be far emptier, far duller, and far more boring without them.
I am lucky to have people around me who care about me, who indulge me, who scamper to get me things and look properly alarmed if I look stern. I feel lucky to have people who know me and still feel that way.
I am thankful that I feel as though I have made a difference, that I have done good work. I’ve never been lazy, and I have genuinely always held the community’s best interests at heart. I’ve done well by that community, I think.
I’m glad to have the first world problems of a house to clean and things to find places for and the mess of a minor renovation from which to recover. Those are good problems and remind me, as driving by the Mission used to, that I should think far more about the good than the bad, and to remind myself of the grace their is in gratitude.
Posted on November 22, 2012, in Kink Community, slave drew, slave thomas, Submissives, Vanilla Life and tagged Community, Gratitude, Kink, slave drew, slave thomas, Thanksgiving. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.