What I’m Thankful For: My Bed

ThanksI’m one of those strange people who has a very strong attachment to my bed. It’s a constant longing for, really. It’s quite odd. For some reason, I have unconciously associated my bed with my “home”, leaving me to crave it’s cottony-fresh touch at any chance I can get.

Sometimes, my bed even feels like my best friend. If I have a bad day, it wraps me up in its warmth and supports me like nothing else can. It’s the first place I’ll go when I’m giddy too, so I can roll all around with excitement and scream into my pillows until my lungs hurt.

If my bed could talk, it would tell all kinds of secrets that only an intimate partner would know. Most certainly in this day and age, a girl has got to keep hold of as much dignity as possible. A great bed will hold all your deepest secrets safe and protect you from probing inquiries as well (yea, I went there).

So thank god for my personal cloud of down; my own piece of horizontal paradise… As strange as it seems, I’d be completely lost without my bed as my home. When I need a soft landing or if there’s a secret ready to explode, it will always be the first place I turn to. And I am grateful for it.

So I have to know… Do you feel the same way about your bed? Attachment issues to another inanimate object? Let’s chat about it below.

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What I’m Thankful For: My Sense of Smell

ThanksA sense of smell might seem like a strange thing to be thankful for, but when you have multiple family members with aromatic impairments, you begin to understand how lucky you really are.

Both my grandmother and my nephew have been without the sense of smell for years. My grandmother developed scent problems slowly and eventually lost them completely later in her life. My Nephew lost his at only 14 years old after being hit by a truck on a highway (very scary, but he’s doing just fine now, other than the smell thing).

Because I’m a very sense-oriented kind of person myself, I frequently put my foot in my mouth when I’m around them for saying things like, “Wow, can you smell the new coconut incense I got? It smells heavenly!” To which my nephew will usually reply with disdain, “Aunt Kimberly… I can’t smell. Remember?!?” Or my Grandmother might say, “Sorry, dear. I just can’t smell anything anymore, you know.”

I have to say that losing this particular sense would be especially tough for me. I have a keen sense when it comes to aromatics and always have. I especially love to savour pleasant smells with my eyes closed and deep breathing (I know, I can be weird sometimes – lol). This is almost like meditation to me. I find it to be a very comforting technique when used as a coping mechanism for stress.

I rely on my sense of smell for important things too, like personal safety (smelling a fire or food that may be off) and for everyday comfort (to tell if something is clean or not). To me, smell is essential to the enjoyment that I seek in life. I just cannot imagine a world where I wouldn’t be able to stop and smell the flowers, especially on the first rainy day after they bloom.

So my question to my loved ones is always the same, “If you can’t smell anything, can you taste anything then?” It’s interesting because both of them say the same thing, “Sometimes they can taste if food is stong flavoured, but most of the time it is faint and/or bland.” My nephew adds that he likes to imagine what the foods used to taste like because it makes eating more entertaining.

This all seems like such a terrible fate to me and I wish neither my grandmother or nephew had to deal with it. Both of them seem to have adjusted well and rarely complain about it, though. They’re seriously amazing. They have taught me not to take even the simplest thing for granted, which is a truly great lesson.

So this week, I’m definitely thankful for the ability to smell. Thankful that I am one of the lucky ones who can enjoy the fragrant aroma of a morning cup of coffee. Ahhhh.

What are you thankful for this week? Feel free to comment below.

What Am I Thankful For? Another Valentine’s Day with the Man I Love

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I decided that every Thursday I would take a break from my typical blog posts to really reflect on what makes me thankful this week. Expressing gratitude and thanks is something I regularly do in my life and I feel like it brings a sense of peace I can’t achieve in any other way.

So I encourage anyone reading this to share their ‘Thankful Thursday’ stories here as well. I look forward to sharing my gratitude with you. 🙂

With that being said, today’s special ‘Thankful Thursday’ is about how thankful I am to have another beautiful Valentine’s Day with the man who I love.

My Naija man holds a confidence that is hard to match, his strength radiates from his every pore, and it has been a very amazing experience getting to know him on a deeper level.

Thanks, so much babe and Happy Valentine’s Day!

What are you thankful for this week? Share your thanks below.