I don’t do sentimental. I do sarcasm and cynicism and self-deprecation. I don’t do emotional, either. But, even a day late, I do feel compelled to give thanks.
I am so unbelievably grateful for everyone who has come into my life over the past six months. I have learned from you and had renewed hope because of you. You have made me smile and cry because you’re willingness to reach out to someone you barely know is absolutely overwhelming. You have talked me off of proverbial ledges and Tweeted me the right words just when I needed them.
The past two or three months have been rough ones, and you saw ability and a spark in me when even I didn’t. Your belief in the little fresh-out-of-undergrad girl with an occasional attitude problem and perfection complex is overwhelming, and the self-proclaimed journalist can’t find the words to say thanks.
I don’t do sentimental and I don’t do mush, but I’ve gotta make an exception today. Thank you for calling me the day after a mental breakdown in the middle of Academic Hall. Thank you for DMing with concern for me woe-is-me Tweets. Thank you for texting me. Thank you for being in my life and caring and wanting to see me succeed.
Just…thank you. Thank you thank you thank you.