A Day of Thanks
Why do Americans only give a day of thanks (Thanksgiving)? Why are we not thankful every day? I believe you would be hard-pressed to find someone who cannot name one thing they are thankful for each day, so why do we insist on one day of celebration each year? (Ok, the Native Americans might not have been entirely thankful for everything the pilgrims brought and shared, but I digress.)
Each year I find myself less attached to prescribed holidays. I might get a day off. Great, but what do I actually do with that day off? Most likely it’s chores, cooking, studying… just more of the usual, only without having worked 8 hours beforehand. Before everyone believes I’ve become the ultimate cynic, let me talk about my day today.
Last night I slept poorly as I’ve been sick since Tuesday (this did not keep me from working Tuesday and Wednesday). I got up several times during the night, and I would have most likely spent time tossing and turning had Mina and Moonie not insisted on playing Tetris with my legs. I got out of bed this morning, went downstairs and made both a protein shake and a cup of hot tea. I worked on my continuing education credits that are due by year’s end in order to maintain my insurance license (which is required in order to keep my job). Around noon I put the turkey breast in the crock pot, and a little after 1:00 I went to bed and napped a bit for roughly 3 hours. I didn’t feel much better after getting up, but the rest most likely helped. Prior to the turkey breast finishing I heated up the sides (mashed potatoes, mac & cheese, green beans), tossed some biscuits in the oven, made the gravy, and opened a can of cranberry jelly (yeah, I wasn’t dealing with make fresh cranberry relish). So, even feeling like crap I put out a decent meal for my roommate and me. He even had seconds. After we cleaned up the kitchen I retreated upstairs and did some more of my continuing ed credits.
I could easily complain until I was blue in the face or out of breath over the fact that I’m sick, but I’m not. It’s a cold. I’ll live. I woke up this morning. I got out of bed of my own accord. I have a roof over my head, electricity, running water, and food to eat. There are a lot of people who can’t claim some of this. I also have family and friends who love me. I have my two fur babies who depend on me and share their love with me. Things could be far worse. I have no right to complain. So I won’t.
Each day you wake up, even if your joints ache or you have a headache or cold, tell yourself at least one thing you are thankful for – even if it is simply the fact that you woke up. Make every day one of thanks, not just the last Thursday in November each year.