Weekly Thanksgivings.

No better time to give thanks than Thanksgiving, right? I often wish we celebrated the American holiday here too – I certainly wouldn’t refuse a day dedicated to cosy family gatherings, gratitude and sweet potato pie in the midst of gloomy November. Instead, I’ll celebrate Thanksgiving in spirit. Happy day of thanks, one and all!

I’m thankful this week for brisk bike rides through the dark. I’m thankful for the joy bestowed in volunteering with a group of inspiring young women. I am thankful for the possibility of hot chocolate, which I rarely end up purchasing – and yet the simple knowledge that I pass too many coffee shops to count on my way home is enough to sustain me on cold winter walks to the tube. If I wanted hot chocolate, I could have it – and when I do, it’s sublime and creamy and all this cold-handed glove-forgetting girl could wish for.

This week I’m thankful for memories of a lovely weekend with my sister, for my new mauve-grey bedroom walls, for evening yoga, for real French camembert, for new friends, for comfy ankle boots and cosy jumpers, for cups of tea, hot and strong, and the porridge steaming that warms my stomach and sleepy bones every morning.

I’m thankful this week for giggly girlfriends, for lipbalm a deep crimson, for silly text messages and chestnut trees, and for the last of the yellow leaves brightening the late autumn sky. And everyday, every week, I’m grateful for my health and wellbeing and dearest loves (friends and family) – that I have no great sorrow, that no shells scream through the air above London and that I am simply extraordinarily lucky in my ordinary life and I really should remember so.

The world has seemed weary, of late, and the newspapers scrawled with stories too heartbreaking to mention – and yet everywhere there are small miracles unfolding: men carrying pushchairs up steep flights of stairs on the underground, charity workers jangling money buckets in the darkness, my friend who every evening guides a blind man across the road, the bus driver who waits for the girl (me) racing towards the stop in the rain. Noticing them, these small marvels, is half the battle, I think. What are you thankful for?

P.S. Thankful for silly pictures and being able to do a handstand (albeit against a brick wall) too!