So another Thanksgiving has sprung up on us, well me at least. I use such a verb because in Florida, there is not much of a build up that would hint at the fact that the weather and sentiments up north are in fact, changing. It is 75 degrees and sunny as I peck away at this thing, and I think I might actually go to the beach before heading up to my friend’s family’s festivities…Ya life sucks.
Well, I have found myself extra contemplative this Thanksgiving. 1. Because I’m not at home with my family, but 2. because the holiday actually means something more to me than just laughing at my grandpa’s purposefully light-heartedly curmudgeon quips and my grandma’s repeated interjections to remind us all that she in fact, made the sweet potatoes.
I am reminded that my life in fact is amazing, and even when I think I “got it rough”, there are millions of people in this country who have absolutely nothing. So when you sink your teeth into a succulent tryptophan laced piece of poultry, remember that as you close your eyes and let the flavors melt in your mouth that you are truly lucky for the place you are in that moment. Don’t take for granted those people around you at the table, because in the end, they are the ones who will in fact be with you through whatever chapters your book of life writes itself.
As much as I like to think I can do everything in the world myself, it’s not the truth and without my family and friends there to keep me sane, I’d be nowhere. So hip hip hooray for you and me and remember to be humble today, because what you have is a gift.
Live, Love and Give