Sunday, October 25, 2009

Day 100: Our Ladies of Gratitude

One hundred days of gratitude. That seems crazy, mostly because I feel like I restarted this practice about a month ago.

It's been an interesting hundred days. There have been amazing days, and there have been awful days. I've had days that I will never forget.

Today, I am grateful for:
  • this. Daily Offering of Gratitude. It started as me just needing to be accountable for my gratitude, and it's turned into five friends sharing their lives and keeping in touch.
  • Amy. We've been the best of friends since we lived next door to each other our first year at PLU. When she moved away for grad school, our friendship managed to get even stronger. We talk every day, even if it's something small. And one form of communication is never enough.
  • Lauren. We also met our first year of college while living down the hall from each other in our dorm. I'm pretty sure our first act as friends was to throw a party in protest of dorm quiet hours (which I still have the flyer for) in our lounge. She's still my fellow fashionista, ghost nerd and dance snob, even two thousand miles apart.
  • Kelli. We've known each other since the beginning of college, but we only became good friends in the last year, year and a half. But now she's someone that I talk to every day, nerding out about a television show or just sharing something random.
  • Clare. I remember meeting her in my sophomore Imaginative Writing class, but I missed a fair amount of that class to take care of some pressing family stuff. By my junior year, we were living in the same apartment building and chatting about life and love on each others couches.

I am also grateful for:

  • inside jokes.
  • that we've stayed in touch despite being so far apart.
  • all of the memories.
  • the promise of more memories to come.
  • these amazing women becoming a part of my life. I don't bond all that well with other women, and yet I have them, and I plan on them always being a part of my life.

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