I’m thankful for the grind.
I’m thankful for my mistakes.
I’m thankful for my pen.
For our culture. For creativity. For luxury taste but modest means. For phat asses and cameraphones. For the readers seeking their own truth alongside me. For having it, losing it, and getting it back. For the Superwomen who still believe in us and our dreams. For those of us who dream by day.
I’m thankful for the time we live in. For those truly committed to driving excellence forward. For the unashamed and unafraid. For those who make themselves vulnerable to make others secure. For everyone who said “no.” For the analytically astute who said “yes.” For freedom inside 1,000 words. For the pursuit of improvement. For literary excellence. For the nerdy stonergirl out there reading me. For the My $0.02 App. For the many plans to unlock ourselves in 2014.
For the many levels to this shit. For those who know that our time is now. Happy Thanksgiving from My $0.02.