I've been stuck at the letter "i" since the 14th. This is three days I've been thinking about things I am grateful for that begin with "i". Ink, because I love books. Invisibility, because I love magic. Irises.
So, today, I am grateful for "I". I am grateful that I am me, and that I am someone I can actually get along with.
I'm grateful that I've always been me, from the time I first remember, right up to this very minute.