I woke up this morning feeling unusual. Unusual in a good way though. Unusual used in the way to describe a particularly warm day in November. It was like I was in my body for the first time. I realized my petiteness. I realized how gracefully my limbs moved and how easily they glided about. Even my hair felt different. I realized that it was long. I mean, I know its long but this morning as I woke up my hair tumbled down my back in the most glorious fashion. It made me feel stunning. My petite and graceful body made me feel enchanting. I felt like a nymph! A fairy! Something tiny and lithe…maybe even magical! I was not used to feeling this way. I wanted to move and experience this exciting new body as much as I could. I began doing unusual things…I would still consider it unusual in a good way- but not used in the way it had been used before…I would say that its unusual like another culture. Just different. You may not understand it but you wouldn’t say that you see it in a negate light either. 

What was I doing? summer salts! Thats right! Just like when you were a kid. I cleared a path on my floor and just summer salted. My hair got in the way a bit- but it was still a fantastic summer salt. My head shook and when I looked around…. the world looked different. I appreciated how in-place things were. Was this really my room? Was I this tidy? I don’t remember being this tidy. I also don’t remember being so interesting. This room was interesting! A fascinating person clearly must inhabit this place! Look at that splendid collection of books! How rich! This was me? Really? Well it couldn’t be anybody else. More unusual things happened.

A hand stand and a bridge later I decided to ponder what caused this series of unusual feelings. Had I dreamed I was somebody else? Had I lost track of who I was and finally stumbled upon it this morning? All the things that I was noticing about myself I had known…I knew that I was short and petite. I knew that I was flexible and agile. I knew that my hair was long…and I knew that I was tidy with a lovely living space. I had somehow overlooked these things….I had lived with them all without truly realizing how delightful they are. Something has caused me to be extremely appreciative for these things. I don’t know what it was- but for convenience’s sake let us all just agree that it was because of Thanksgiving. The recent holiday of appreciation.

I am thankful to be who I am and I proudly say, as egotistical as it may sound… that I think I am a great person to be.  What an usual thought for a teenager. 

You should take time to think why you’re thankful to be you.