I’m a complainer. I like to vent…get things off my chest…kvetch.
Despite my frequent rantings, however, I am ever mindful of just how lucky I am even when things don’t go my way. I maintain that deep down inside I’m actually an optimist.
Every year on Thanksgiving I try to get my family to go around the dining room table and share what they’re thankful for. And every year I get the same response…some version of “I’m thankful that your mother didn’t drop the turkey.”
Well, I may not be able to get Mom and Dad to express their inner feelings, but that doesn’t mean I can’t take the opportunity to do it myself right here and now:
- I’m thankful for my cousin Mark who returned home safely from Iraq about two months ago. I’m ashamed to admit that I take our armed services for granted – but I do know that we’d be living in a much different world without them.
- I’m thankful that my sister – and even my parents – call me frequently. I’m awful about picking up the phone and reaching out to them. Thank goodness they never give up on me.
- I’m thankful that my friends think it’s funny — not pathetic — that I wear my heart on my sleeve. They read my blog, and encourage me in my life … and in my writing. God forbid, if my life ever gets all sorted out, I won’t have anything to write about!
- And I’m thankful that I have an opportunity to share the craziness that’s in my head with everyone in the big wide world. I do so love an audience! Thanks for listening.