Happy Thanksgiving where it is completely acceptable to gorge yourself into a coma while wearing stretchy pants then complain about how full you are, while continuing to eat. Seriously, there is a whole lot more to this day than that. Hell, that is Brian’s mantra everyday. Kidding. Sort of. Anyway, I digress. You are probably panting anxiously to find out what exactly I am grateful for on this particular Thanksgiving.
This won’t be your typical gratitude list. Sure, I am grateful for my family, friends, and crazy fur babies. I can add my home, health, and continued willingness to keep an open heart. Those fill me up, but come on, let’s talk about random things that I can draw inspiration from.
I am grateful that I don’t go around throat punching people. You laugh, but it’s a struggle. On any given day, there are people I encounter that warrant that reaction. The guy talking loudly on his cell phone while in a waiting room. The IRS who sends me my Mother’s tax return six months after I sent it in, and now requires more information. Yep, throat punch. The list could go on, but I think you all get the gist. This is why I limit interactions with the general public. It’s for their safety and mine.
I am grateful that I don’t need to take myself so seriously. It’s been a weird year with my health journey, but I can find the goodness. For example, I got confirmation that I have a brain. I saw it when they did my various scans. Honestly, it was a relief because there are times I have wondered. It is perfect? No, but it is in operating order for the most part. Sure, there are some pretty shocking changes, but nothing that can’t be monitored. I’m sill here and will continue to spread my ray of sunshine to everyone I meet. Well, except for the guy in the waiting room and the IRS.
Thanksgiving is a weird holiday. I know some of you are anxious. There are people you would like to avoid like Uncle Bob. Uncle Bob likes to debate politics while he shoves mashed potatoes in his mouth. Read the room Bob. Nobody wants to hear your opinion on the state of our country while your mouth is full. Actually, no one wants to hear it all.
Aunt Martha wants to hear about your love life and berates you for being single at 50. Listen here, Aunt Martha, your seven marriages don’t scream relationship success. Nor does your house full of cats. Maybe you need to sit next to Uncle Bob for further magical interactions.
All I am saying is it is one day of out the year. Enjoy your quirky humans. Indulge in the feast. Set the tone. No one has the power to annoy you unless you let them. Clearly, I need to take my own advice.
In all seriousness, I am grateful for my faithful readers and followers. I am blown away by your constant support of my insanity that bleeds into my writing. You all are amazing.