My arm is killing me today from the surgery yesterday to remove potentially hazardous skin, but it isn’t Melanoma, the ‘bad’ cancer. I’m thankful for good health. I’m even more thankful that I’ve been depression-free for more than a year and that is just damn good news, when you’ve travelled to the depths of darkness and feared your own return.
I want a glass of wine, but I’m drinking non-alcoholic beer. I’m thankful for my sobriety. Though it has caused me to be “self-centered,” sobriety is worth losing some social life. I’m thankful that I’m not falling down drunk this thanksgiving, or even heavily tipsy, at 4:00 in the afternoon, like years past. It is amazing how your mind remembers, I woke up this morning wanting to drink today. After months of sobriety and not even thinking about it, it’s kind of strange.
The pumpkin pie I baked today from scratch is the ugliest pie I have EVER made, but it was made with love, and it will (hopefully) taste good. And if not, well, I’m thankful to not have to hold on to perfection as the ideal, because I fail it miserably and this pie is a good metaphor and reminder for me.
I have loads of laundry to be done, but I am thankful that we have such abundance. Our home, Tom’s business, cars, food, health care; I could go on and on.
I lost a friend recently when I thought we were close, but I am thankful that learned some things. I learned that I can be manipulative, and selfish. And that friendship isn’t unconditional, but depends on how healthy you are and whether you cause a person too much work. I play what you call “games” and am not there for my friends, as much as I need them to be there for me.
My family is spread out all over the country and has slipped apart since my father’s death, but I’m thankful that my 70 year old Mother is healthy and should live a good long time.
I’ve been forgiven by God for the many mistakes I’ve made in my life. His grace is something I don’t fully comprehend, but as I am forgiven by him, which is undeserved, I can forgive others.
I’m thankful for my husband Tom who held me recently and whispered “It’s going to be okay.” He’ll never know how much those words meant to me, because often I am afraid that it is NOT GOING TO BE OKAY! He is an amazing man and I am often so undeserving of his graciousness and love. He picks me up off the floor and reminds me of all the good things.
I’m thankful for my children, each of them unique and beautiful in their own way. I am so thankful for their innocence, their unconditional love and the hugs. My kids love to give and receive hugs.
I’m thankful that my kids are able to get an education, live in a free society where ideas can be expressed without fear, and they can believe in God without fear of oppression. I’m thankful for Barack Obama!
Being thankful, no it isn’t a cliche. I am thankful.