I have a tendency to be a bit ungrateful.
I’m not sure why, exactly. I try to be grateful. I try to notice when people do nice things without my asking, when people think about me. But somehow I get so wrapped up in my own stuff… Sometimes I just don’t notice. Or I forget to say ‘thank you’ until the moment has long since passed.
Saying ‘thank you’ is hard. It’s harder than saying ‘love you’ because the people I love know that I love them (I think).
But there is no better time than today to make up for that. So here I go:
Thank you for being there when I needed to talk.
Thank you for letting me talk until I cried.
Thank you for making me laugh.
Thank you for listening.
Thank you for the advice, even the advice I didn’t take.
Thank you for being cheerful even when your day has kind of sucked, because it puts my problems in perspective.
Thank you for playing the right music at the right moment (that’s for you iTunes Shuffle)
Thank you for not minding too much when I bug you.
Thank you for reminding me how far I’ve come and how far I still have to go.
Thank you for being there for me longer than anyone else has.
Thank you for bonding with me over silly pop-culture things.
Thank you for that favor. I still owe you Starbucks.
Thank you for remembering my birthday.
Thank you for remembering my name.
Thank you for hugging me when I want to be hugged.
Thank you for hugging me when I actually said not to hug me but when I actually did want a hug.
Thank you for being nice.
Thank you for smiling and telling me to ‘have a nice day.’
Thank you for not saying anything when I say or do something stupid.
Thank you for being my friend even when I’m being incredibly difficult.
Thank you for giving me faith that humanity is not awful.
Thank you for reminding me that people are inherently good.