My ten cents worth...
Recently, I had a read through of some of my old journals from when I was nineteen and I realised that I had treated them the way that a lot of my generation treat their Facebook accounts: I only wrote when I was really sad or when I had something to complain about. The picture I got of myself was of a sad, lonely, rather unfocussed young person who didn't spend enough time with friends who deserved her attention or working on her goals. I can see that I'm not that person, and I am really thankful for that. I'm also thankful for:
* good music
* my job
* my family and friends (old and new)
* books. All the books ever.