‘Tis the Season…
…to be utterly thankful.
Thanksgiving has always been one of my favorite holidays. Between the fall colors that are the last flaming burst of life before the earth goes dormant in winter and the gathering of family home to hearths and living rooms after being scattered for the year, it just holds a warm place in my heart. There’s nothing I love more than taking the opportunity to get together with loved ones over Thanksgiving without the pressure of buying, buying, buying. It’s one of the few American holidays that hasn’t been overtly commercialized–as evidenced by the fact that stores often put out their Christmas displays immediately following Halloween nowadays. Thanksgiving gets rather lost in the fold–how do you commercialize a family dinner? Oh, granted sales of sparkling cider and turkey go up, but it’s a far cry from the raging consumerism of Christmas.
I love it.
I love everything about it. I like getting up early to put the turkey in the oven, covering it with herbs and stuffing it full of toast and veggies. I like spending the day running around the kitchen, peeling potatoes, laughing with family, getting frustrated at pies and people, and preparing for the biggest feast of the year. I love looking around that table and seeing faces of people I love dearly looking back at me. All with the knowledge that today is a day to be thankful, to take nothing for granted, to love fully and be loved and to set aside the frantic busy-ness that makes up the other days of the year and pour our energy into people and life.
I love taking some time to reflect on what I’m thankful for. There’s never a bad time to count your blessings, but Thanksgiving is really quite a good time to do it–because everyone else is doing it, and it makes these few weeks of the year a time of openness, of friendship and family and love.
Of course it’s shiny happy people stuff–that’s what the holidays should be about.
I don’t really have anyone to spend my holidays with, in terms of a romantic sense. I am single. But it’s more than okay–there will, most likely, be any number of holidays in my future in which I am flying to and fro, trying to coordinate plans with a significant other. When I look at my family members doing this, I have to add the unlikely blessing to my list that I am the sole person in charge of figuring out what the hell I’m doing for the holidays. I can go where I please and see who I want. Woot.
I’m really quite thankful for any number of things, singleness notwithstanding. I quite like the weather–though I’m in a lonely camp there. I’m thankful for the many people who are new in my life this year–they’ve all been rather extraordinary, and I feel really very special. I have a nice home, a steady job, and I’ve finished my first novel. I will, in the future, finish the others as well. Just a matter of time. I have a lovely writing group filled with other odd souls such as myself. I’ve had a large number of wonderful experiences in the past few years, and I really feel quite lucky about that, too. On a very basic level, all my needs are taken care of. I don’t have anything to complain about, not really.
I’m thankful that I’m pretty healthy. I have the occasional sniffle, but I’ve thus far escaped any serious malady this year, and I fully intend to round out 2008 with my lungs intact.
I am thankful for the chance to see my mom’s sister and family after nearly ten years of absence. I leave for ten years, come back, and 2/3 of them are bigger than me. Who’d’ve thunk? My cousins are all grown up now. It will be quite the party this weekend. I’m also thankful to get the chance to see a good friend again on Friday. It’s a bit of a trek up north, but worth it. I’m very excited.
I am thankful that my car will (will, I say) make it all the way to Columbus, then on to Toledo, then back to Nashville in one piece without major incident (or minor incident, for that matter.)
Yes. It will be a lovely Thanksgiving.