De Paul University
Writing from the Inside
Teacher: Zoe Keithley
Thankfulness …
I hate some parts of having money. I hate having to wonder about whether someone really likes me. Having money is new to me; how do rich people find true love – whatever that is? I used to only worry about whether or not they (the men) just wanted me for sex. Now it’s money and sex. I am still my usual insecure self in these matters. I doubt that age will ever change these parts of me.
I am thankful for good, nonjudgmental friends who accept me as I am.
I am thankful for peace in my world, for joy that I can perceive all around me.
I am thankful for trees, plants, and all the growing things that enrich our environment.
I am thankful for the new man in my life who listens to my ranting and raving about feminism and still likes me. He thinks I am probably right! He can understand how women must feel. What he doesn’t understand he accepts!
I am thankful for my delightful 17-year-old daughter. I am glad she picked a caring, non-chauvinistic boyfriend. I’m glad she was responsible enough to go to Planned Parenthood and assure me that I do not become a grandma before my time.
I am thankful for picking a career in which there is a drastic shortage; it affords me enough money so I can go to DePaul and get out of the profession.
I am thankful for good health; thankful to be the caretaker rather than the receiver.
I am thankful that I discovered my brain before I died. (In high school and up until about 32 years old I thought I was dumb).
I am thankful for this beautiful computer. I learned that I could be creative and write off the top of my head while taking a computer class.