June 10, 2011

A thank you letter.

Yesterday it was my niece’s birthday so after quickly dashing into the V&A to find a suitable cool gift for a 12 year old I drove to Hout Bay. I decided to take Beach Road as the sunset was stunning and I felt I could use a sea breeze after shopping mall air and the shock of seeing the contents of YDE up close.
So I had a beautiful half an hour drive that I used to contemplate on my recent life. Giving myself a good dose of tough love over the last couple of weeks, I think I have aired out my life quite nicely. Out with the old, in with the new - seems to be working well for me right now. I realized that for the first time in a while, I not only felt content and quite cheerful, but also very grateful. Part of what makes me so grateful is this here...writing, sharing, and actually being read. An experience that is new to me and that I find quite humbling. So on Victoria road at 17h40 I decided it was time for an official THANK YOU or my ode to the readers as I like to call it. Just like in an Oscar acceptance speech a few must be mentioned in person (Yes, I have done a speech in my head already, just in case -I hear that James Bond is coming to town).

In no particular order, I promise...

Thank you, Thekla.
My wonderful cousin, friend, and ever faithful companion on the blogging road to Narnia.

Thank you, Sabine.
My sister, who even though she admits that she only understands half of the English, thinks I should be a published book author. Danke, Schwesterherz! I’m working on it...

Thank you, Oliver.
Who makes money by writing and says he likes my stories. That meant the world to me.

Thank you, Sy.
For letting me teach and thus giving me lots of inspiration for pretzel yoga stories.

Thank you, Xenia and Stephan.
They read what I write so they know what’s going on in the life of their ‘little Anna’.

Thank you, Frenchman.
For feeding me pizza in bed and letting me kiss and tell all autumn long.

Thank you, Mother.
For telling me I write nicely and asking me to write more. I think in a way this is kind of all of her fault here...

Thank you, Dad.
For being so proud when he remembered that only cliché Germans wear socks in sandals and took them off. It just makes me smile every time I think about it. Smiling helps me write.

Thank you, Anya.
She wrote to me “You are very funny (in a very positive way)”. The clarification made me laugh.

Thank you, everyone else, who ever told me I was funny with a slight note of surprise in their voice. Yes, people, some Germans are funny. Told you so.

Now, feel free to complain if you feel left out or if I have actually forgotten someone here. Sorry, my brain is in Friday mode...

1 comment:

  1. If I have in any way contributed to your writing these fabulous, funny, real, witty musings - I am proud to part of that. Keep loving, learning, living and sharing.


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