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NHBPM #22: Giving Thanks

This would be the Thanksgiving post for NHBPM, aptly prompting me to come up with a list of things to give thanks for. I'm a bit late with this because I'm away from a computer and it only dawned on me this morning around 5:45 that there was probably a Blogger app for my iPad that could circumvent the issues I was having trying to use the actual website. I'm not a Luddite, I swear. I hope you all had a wonderful Thanksgiving.

On to the thanks!

Speaking of technology, I'm thankful for "the tubes," "the interwebz," "the information super-highway" - whatever you want to call what brings many of us together via social media. I remember the first time I saw the Internet. I was in college (yep), it was Netscape Navigator, the background was grey and there were no images. It's really amazing the tools we have today, and for these I'm thankful.

I'm thankful for my partner-in-crime, Steph. It's a blessing to work with a person who doesn't drive you nuts, who is genuine and down-to-earth, and shares your vision of what we should be doing as mental health providers.

Im thankful for the great mentors I had during my training, especially Dr. Laurie Keefer who I was with from the beginning of the Center for Psychosocial Research in GI at Northwestern University. I was very fortunate in my graduate training to have stellar supervisors, from working in a private practice to a major Veterans' hospital. I'd like to also give thanks to my training director at the VA, Dr. Eric Vandenburg, who passed away last December from pancreatic cancer. He is sorely missed.

I'm thankful for really good, craft beer.

I'm thankful for my daughter, who's a total joy AND allows me to witness Piaget's developmental stages in action.

I'm thankful for my 2 dogs, Murphy and Lance - 200 lbs of unconditional love.

I'm thankful for my husband, also 200 lbs of unconditional love.

Finally, I'm thankful for life. Being a secular humanist, I focus on the here and now of our human experience and enjoying the ride. I'll borrow from grandma in the movie Parenthood to finish:

"When I was nineteen, Grandpa took me on a roller coaster...Up, down, up, down. Oh, what a ride!... I always wanted to go again. You know, it was just so interesting to me that a ride could make me so frightened, so scared, so sick, so excited, and so thrilled all together! Some didn't like it. They went on the merry-go-round. That just goes around. Nothing. I like the roller coaster. You get more out of it."

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