I'm thankful for my parents.
Among a host of traits that I admire in both of them is their love of adventure and their never-ending energy to follow through on their dreams.
I frequently feel the pull of wanderlust and attribute it to genetics. My parents can't stay still for very long before they hear the "call of the wild" ;), and find themselves on an amazing adventure - whether it's hiking a peak near home or across the world.
I'm thankful that I understand the value of seeing how small I truly am in the universe. I'm reminded of it when I see a beautiful tree or a snowcap glistening white or the depth of a crevasse that seems to have no end. Have you ever walked across a field covered in white snow and there is no sound at all? My heart pounds just writing about it. And it's not like a "Wo is me, I am trash" feeling, but a humbling, empowering truth. When you realize how tiny you really are, you feel the magnificence of the workings of the world. It's something that's hard for me to explain, but I know it when I feel it.
And I feel it when I venture out into new spaces and experience adventure.
I'm thankful for my parents. They are true adventurers.