Dear K,

Today is Thanksgiving.

I'm thankful for so many things. I'm thankful for our long friendship. I'm thankful for: trees, and birds, and sunshine, and old romantic wounds that don't heal. I'm thankful for patterns, and repetition, and things that don't seem real. I'm thankful for wine, and books, and unending minuscule fantasies (wherein I pretend to live a life I love, doing things I love to do when I'm just moving forward doing something I don't want to be doing). I'm thankful for health. I'm thankful for my family. I'm thankful to be from a place with clean air and green fields.

I'm going to overcome myself. I'm going to move around my internal blocks. I'm going to pour myself out like never before. I'm going to finish this fucking book if it kills me. I'm going to win. I'm going to conquer the city of Chicago. I'm going to stop doing things I don't want to do for people and companies I don't like, and I'm going to do it on my terms. I'm good enough. I'm smart enough, and doggone it people like me.


I hope you're having a happy holiday.

I've been having some rough living lately, but as you can tell it has only made me more determined.

Hope.
Fight.
Live.

Yours,

K.