You’re probably going to read a bunch of Thanksgiving posts this week where your favorite bloggers list their “here’s what I’m thankful” for items. I think I’m going to take a different route this time around. Before we get to what I’m thankful for and why, I wanted to explore what being thankful means to me. Because we can all talk about why we’re thankful but it has no meaning unless it has meaning. It’s easy to say, “I’m so thankful,” but it’s more challenging to explore the reasoning behind the thank you.
To me, being thankful means I wake up every day eager to take on every challenge, rather than hitting the snooze button every ten minutes until an hour has gone by. It means looking around at my life and my career and knowing I have something special. It’s feeling content every day and counting all my blessings while knowing very few people can say they have this feeling too. Being thankful means the people who I love and appreciate know how much they mean to me because I don’t believe in leaving it up to an impersonal blog post one day each year. It means I know I have something exceptional going on in my life, and I don’t take that for granted. I know how life can present feast or famine, and I know just as easy as good stuff happens it can go away. I’ve experienced both ends of the spectrum and I’m going to savor all this wonderful-ness.
Being thankful means I know I’m fortunate.
It wasn’t always this way, of course. I sort of found my calling late in life. The classic late bloomer, I married later than most of my friends and family, had a child later that I would have liked, bought our starter home when most people were looking to expand, and I didn’t find my passion until many people my age were thinking about early retirement. To me, being thankful is to have found happiness on my own terms even if it didn’t follow traditional rules. It means recognizing how far I’ve come in 47 years and knowing some folks who started out earlier are trying to dig themselves out of ruts.
Being thankful means not having a Christmas list, because I absolutely have it all.
I can type out how much I appreciate all this because that’s pretty darn easy, but to tell you the gratitude I feel inside isn’t so easy. To tell you how I truly feel sounds so corny and silly, but to express myself honestly I have to be corny and silly. I’m so content and at peace with my life and the person I’ve become and I’m so grateful to all the people in my life, both positive and negative, because they helped me to become this person. I’m grateful to my abusive Devil Wears Prada bosses for forcing me to get out of the traditional workforce, and I’m grateful to all the people who teased me and gossiped about me from childhood through adulthood for helping me to realize what true friendships and relationships are. I’m grateful for the people who didn’t believe in me because they only helped to drive my ambition. And I’m grateful for being called “ne’er do well” for much of my life, because as much as that stung it only encouraged me to find my passion.
What most people will tell you is how they’re thankful for having family, friends, and roofs over their respective heads, and I agree, that’s all stuff to be thankful for. But I’m also thankful for the times I haven’t been so fortunate. I’m thankful for the bounced checks, missed rent, and flooded apartment because they made me realize a roof isn’t important unless you have truly good people in your life under it. Being fortunate doesn’t mean being money rich. It means being rich with relationships and opportunities to grow. Being fortunate is understanding that pretty is an inside thing, not an outside thing.
So when I talk about being thankful this year I’m not going to name names or specific situations. Instead, I’m going to reflect on how I got here – and I’m thankful for every step of the way.
Now, tell us, what are you truly thankful for this year?
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