Well, I survived the Thanksgiving holiday. The Christmas tree is up and lit, turkey has been eaten (and eaten again…and once more for good measure), and I made it through the weekend with only with a sore neck to show for it, and no unexplained bruises – I’ll explain later you dirty-minded bloggery stalker types. Anyway, now that the kiddo is back to school and life has returned to something resembling normal, I have a moment to reflect on the holiday and what I am thankful for.
I’ve seen several people on Facebook writing about what they’re thankful for on each day of November. Don’t get me wrong, this is an excellent exercise. I’m all for anything that reminds you of your blessings, yet why do we do this sort of thing only in November? Does Turkey Day engender an obligatory sense of thankfulness that the rest of the year seems to be a stranger to? Possibly, although I know that throughout the year, in some of my darkest moments, I have written out a list of my blessings – drawing my attention from the sh*tty things in my life to the amazing – not that I’m any better or worse than those who choose to remember their blessings daily in November; that’s NOT what I’m saying. Put the pitchforks down – I’m just fascinated by the phenomenon.
And hey, I thought about documenting the things that I’m thankful for on a daily basis in a sort of a-blessing-a-day-keeps-the-gloomies-away manner this November. I also started handwriting things to be thankful for in the journal I write in just before bed. But, I got lazy. I’ll admit it. It’s not that I’m unthankful for what I have, it’s just…well…that’s a lot of effort to write things down. I know; I KNOW!!! I sound like an ungrateful wretch, but I’m not. I promise. I’m trying to rectify the oversight now. As I look back through my journal this year, and as I think of everything I have, I am reminded of a few things that I am thankful for:
At the passing of a relative, I was thankful for life. In the throes of heartbreak, I was thankful for love. In the times when I couldn’t rub two nickels together, I was thankful for the promise of something better.
I am thankful for my family; I am thankful for my friends. I am thankful for those who never, ever leave – even when others make a hasty exit from my life (their loss, right?). I am thankful for my talent – because there are some people who can’t form a coherent paragraph to save their life (I, on the other hand, couldn’t add two numbers together correctly to save mine!!) but I can’t imagine living a life as anything other than a writer. I am thankful for things like sushi and firefighters. I’m even thankful for my silly Pug as she simultaneously snores and farts [ever the lady] in her sleep.
I love the holidays. It’s a time when everyone starts to focus on the good in life – namely blessings, and family and friends. It starts to get cold and you just want to cuddle up with a pet or a loved one and – in my case – watch a football game, or you know…a movie works too. I am thankful for this time of year and for what it means. And I was very thankful for this long weekend with all my crazy family.
Among the other things I did this weekend, I instructed my daughter on the proper listening technique for “Bohemian Rhapsody” a la Wayne’s World:
Thus the sore neck…I’m getting to old for such shenanigans.