Thankful

I had one of those random fits of gratitude today. I was at work, sitting at my desk, thinking about the great song I was listening to, which led me to think about how I was glad I had my good hi-def headphones at work, which led to being grateful that I have a good job and a job where I could sit there in my office and jam with headphones on and nobody thought i was a reclusive hermit.

I'm not waiting for Thanksgiving this year. Here's a partial list of things I'm grateful for.

Jaime. If you know her, 'nuff said. If you don't, your loss.
Annie. Ruff. Love this dog. Sometimes I think about how old I'll be when she reaches the end of her great life and I get a little lump in my throat.
My house we bought last year. Something to customize and call our own.
The chance to make music and share it with others that actually, somehow, miraculously like it. I spent 3 days last week at a big Songwriter's Expo and it had my head spinning in so many excited, creative, adventurous directions. I'm not just grateful for music. I'm grateful I found an outlet that allows me to dive in and toy with the craft of making it myself, from scratch.
Truth that provides perspective, both short term and eternal. I'm also grateful for the occasional swift and sometimes subtle kick in the pants to pay attention to it.
An amazing family. Brothers that make me look like "that one" and parents to envy like no other. It gives me hope that my kids might be okay, despite their dad.
Living in this plot of Colorado. I remember having big Northern California home-pride when I first went away to school out of state. Colorado caught me off guard. Don't tell everyone, though. Let them keep thinking it's "middle America" and we'll keep it to ourselves. There's a line in my song "Flannel Shirts and Boat Shoes" that sums it up pretty much: "I could not foreshadow here in Colorado." Another line in "Easiness" from my first album where I sang about looking forward to leaving Miami and laying down roots in Boulder: "We'll climb above this mess, where the airs thin, i'll fall into you, with easiness."
Reed's Premium Ginger Brew. Try it, ice cold.
My day job. The exciting new prospects and projects I've been asked to work on at work. Keeping me on my toes and then some. Some songwriter/artists may lament that they need a day job at all. I'm just grateful that mine is cutting edge and surrounded by creative geniuses. Thank goodness for that. Rather than lament that I need a day job, I'm just grateful that one of my biggest hobbies pretty much pays for itself, and fools listeners into not thinking I have another job. How fun is that?

That's all for now. I'm also grateful for 30Rock, so I'm going to go watch it OnDemand now. 'Til Turkey Day, To be continued.
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