Be Thankful for Stuff

Everyone has those days where they're all of a sudden in a really good mood ... for no reason ... at all. I'm having one of those days, and it's made me think of all the little things I'm thankful for. So, here we go:

I'm thankful for the people that know how to move into the middle of the subway car. You have to, because it's funny to see all the Williamsburg kids get their backpacks stuck in the sliding doors.

I'm thankful that I take a downtown train to work. I like going downtown, kind of like Petula Clark.

I'm thankful for the Keurig machine at my office. And all the flavors of coffee they provide for us ... and the cream ... and the milk. Even the Diet Coke is free.

I'm thankful for a spring day, allowing me to run outside in shorts and without a hat. And, I'm thankful for my good shoes, rock music and the invention of the air drums to get me through that run. I'm even a little thankful for the dog shit on the ground ... it gave me something to dodge (but in all seriousness, people need to start carrying those little blue poop bags with them).

I'm thankful that I live in the best neighborhood in Brooklyn (in my opinion). People talk to other people here, even people they don't know. You don't see that on the Upper East Side.

I'm thankful for Elvis ... and how he made hips very important ... even for men.

I'm thankful for Budweiser and Jack Daniels ... and my favorite little dive that never leaves me disappointed.

And, of course I'm thankful for family and friends, my health and my cat ... you know, all the important stuff. But, little things in life are just as important. And when you realize how much you have to be thankful for, you realize that all you really need is yourself. So, pick a day and notice all the little things that make you happy and thankful that you are you. Be thankful for yourself, and remember that you're on the "thankful lists" of others. When you don't feel like you are, you can always count on your mother's list.

FYI -- I really do enjoy Williamsburg. And I'm pretty sure that no Williamsburgers are really hurt by the sliding doors of the subway.