27.0 Counting my Blessings
Today, while sitting in St. Botolph's church in Cambridge, I began to enumerate my blessings.
1. A razor-sharp, intelligent, beautiful woman loves me.
1a. She also tolerates my habits (comic collections, action figures, etc.)
1b. She shares a few of those habits. (She should watch Dr. Who, though.)
2. My mother is responding to chemotherapy.
2a. After repeated prayers to St. Jude, her cancer was finally diagnosed as only in stage two. Not out of the woods yet, but survivable.
3. I have a job that I love.
3a. It's not a job in a deathly oppressive environment (see UWRF).
3b. My colleagues are at minimal encouraging, friendly and often downright supportive.
3c. My institution supports my work.
3d. I was able to spend this month in England working, recharging and researching on the University dime.
3e. The job allows me the flexibility, in terms of time, to prioritize marriage, friends and family while still succeeding.
3f. It's what I've wanted to do since I was 13 -- teach!
4. I have an immense collection of objects that reflect my interests.
4a. While I don't want to be materialist, I have both an intellectual's library and a comic fan's dream, all in my little apartment.
5. I get to travel.
5a. This includes big trips like this one, to England; small trips to conferences, and quick trips to see family and friends.
6. Luck, blessings, and education have made this all possible, in ways that my economic status by birth would never have been possible.
6a. My grandfather would not even call what I do "work."
6b. My grandfathers, grandmothers and mother sacrificed to make the education possible.
6c. That, a little elbow grease, and a lot of luck worked together to give Kate and me a great life.
7. It should have been up above, but I forgot it until now: I also have a network of personal, professional, and casual friends who totally support me, who share my interests, and who spark my imagination.
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