Tomorrow is Thanksgiving, so I suppose a little gratitude is in order. I’m generally happy and content. But when I really start thinking about it, the range of my fortune is almost a little embarrassing in its unfairness. In no particular order:
I’m thankful knowing that so far this year, I still have all my near and dear. Several friends recently lost beloved family members – many brutally unexpectedly. My thoughts and love go out to them all as they face the emotional lows of the holiday-packed portion of the year without them.
I’m thankful that as opposed to the millions of people who have nowhere at all to call their “home”, I enjoy dual citizenships. Wish I could share it.
I’m thankful that I can buy a homeless person a meal here and there without breaking the bank.
I’m thankful that my kids still hug me, even though they are, by nearly all definitions, teenagers.
I’m thankful for friends and acquaintances whose insights and abilities to present data in a way I can understand, are also able and willing to present angles and perspectives that perhaps I hadn’t considered before.
I’m thankful I am reasonably free of phantom fears and other debilitating ailments when I assess the world around me.
Every day, I’m thankful that my husband not only joins me in laughing at the warped comedy of life – he channels it. My own personal comedian.
I’m thankful for my work mates, who not only appreciate my strengths and tolerate my weaknesses, but also complement them. I’m also grateful that I can say that the reason I love my job as much as I do, is them.
I’m thankful that I can see beauty.