I’m probably the luckiest girl in the world.
No, really. I’m sitting here in my 7th story office, getting ready to wrap up for the week at a job that I love so I can go spend the holiday with my family and some of the people most important to me. I’m fully aware of how many people can’t say that.
I’m just going to look back over the past year here, so bear with me. It’s been a big one.
This day (As in, Nov. 25th) last year was the day I got on Twitter. It was really the beginning of my obsession with blogging and online activism. And honestly, if you’d asked me then what I’d be doing now, I would not have had ANYTHING I’ve done on the radar. I MAY have admitted that I’d started a political blog. Maybe. If I knew you agreed with me.
I never in a million years would have thought of doing radio. Or speaking. Or quitting my job and moving to DC. This time last year, I’d just gotten settled back in North Carolina and was content to be there with my family after graduating college and getting out of the music industry. It’s amazing how a year can change things.
I am so thankful for the opportunity to do what I do. I know so many who, for whatever reason, can’t be on the front lines. Who can’t come to Washington. Who can’t blog or organize events. And I also know how many of those people would love to have the opportunity to make their voice heard, to fight for what they know is right. I’m so blessed to be in a position to not only do that, but to help other people do that as well. I work with an amazing team of people here at FreedomWorks, who are committed to doing anything we can to spread freedom.
I’m thankful that I can see the changes that are happening here first hand. I know that at times it feels like we’re beating our heads against the wall. It’s an easy trap to fall in to. Make no mistake that without the groundswell of opposition this year has slowed this process immensely. Each email, phone call, and fax you send is another sand in their gears. Those gears are getting pretty jammed up about now. What was supposed to pass in August is still on the table. That is an achievement that should not be overlooked.
I’m grateful for our military, who makes everything I just listed possible. Without them we would not have the ability to protest. I had a fascinating conversation with my Uruguayan roommate. We were on the train the other day passing the Pentagon and she was watching the men in uniform. “You are all so proud of your military here. They are protecting you, but you never see them”. It was such an interesting perspective, from someone who understands “protection” as a uniformed man on the corner with an assault weapon. We don’t always see them, but we sleep at night because of what they do.
I’m blessed with several “families” who I am eternally indebted to. I have an army of people who put up with me and my crazy life and love me in spite of myself, even when I’m sometimes slow with the emails and phone calls. Thank you for humoring me when I come home and forget to hit the “off” switch and continue to rant about the news. I love all of you.
I’m ridiculously blessed. Happy Thanksgiving, anyone. I would love to hear what you are all grateful for!