The First List

I'm happy. I guess I'm happy. I'm happier, at least.

There's still so much for me to worry about:
Colorguard
Graduation
Hair
Gas Prices
College
Teeth
My Eating Habits
Boys
Senior Pictures
Possible Bronchitis
Makeup Work
Sleeping Late
My Birthday
Vegetables
Moffat

But I am grateful for French fries. I'm grateful for medicine. I'm grateful for computers and hugs and sweaters. I'm grateful for Vans and for Converse. I'm grateful for boys. I'm grateful for girls. I'm grateful for stars and stamps and scarves and Sherlock. I'm grateful for high fives, jewelry, cookies, cats, Ticheli, Mackey, Van Gogh, Moffat, Shostakovich, Vivaldi, C.S. Lewis, Donne, Bacon, Shakespeare, Plato, Socrates, Lennon-McCartney. I'm grateful for John and Hank Green. I'm grateful for chocolate and hymns and grass. I'm grateful for the sun and Psalms. I'm grateful for yarn. I'm grateful for cats. I'm grateful that I can see and taste and love. I'm grateful for charging cords.

Based on that alone, it's a wonder I'm not so happy.