Thanksgiving – what some refer to as a forgotten holiday given the emphasis on Christmas and all of its trimmings. The fourth Thursday in November is one of my favorite days, however, not because of the turkey (I'm a vegetarian) or the pumpkin pie (give me a spiced candle all day, but I can't do the pumpkin pie thing). My love of Thanksgiving stems from all it represents – taking a few precious moments to appreciate our lives and how truly blessed we are.
I'm just like everyone else out there. My life isn't perfect. It's rather messy sometimes; I balance too much and appreciate too little, focused on the next event, to-do on my list, and latest argument with irrational little boys about the need to shower daily. I often wake up already feeling hectic and fall asleep feeling the same way, the time in-between moving at a pace that makes it difficult to keep up. I left a practical job last year to pursue a dream and pause sometimes to reflect on the courage (*stupidity*) it took to make that leap and wonder if the dream will always just be that – a wish sent out into the wind. I worry and stress like every other person out there. I drink too much coffee and make too many excuses for why frozen chocolate qualifies as breakfast. My life is messy, and chaotic and sometimes stinks like sweaty little boys. My life is all of that and then some – and I try to remind myself that it is also something else. Awesome.
I still find it hard to believe that these two amazing little boys are actually mine. They make me laugh with their humor, feel inspired by their creativity, and marvel at the simplistic beauty with which they see the world. I have a husband who doesn't judge me for watching The Real Housewives (I love me some Beverly Hills drama) and who believes in me. I have a family who understand when I need words of encouragement and when I still need a hug from my parents. I have a neurotic dog who follows me around everywhere and friends who have seen my house at its worst (and don't even notice). My life isn't perfect – it's blessed.
If you give yourself just one day, let it be Thanksgiving. Sit at the table on Thursday and be present – look at the faces of loved ones around you and appreciate how truly blessed you are. If you're not comfortable going around the table and telling people how you feel, think it. Look at each friend and family member and remind yourself what they have contributed to your life and then remember those things. Keep the beauty and appreciation with you as the meal settles and you start to lose yourself to the holiday shopping list that seems to be growing on its own.