Itโs been a rough week. As my family prepares to funeralize a loved one in a couple of days, I have felt a surge of emotions. It has been challenging for me to commingle gratitude and grief.
This morning I read a post on social media that said, โThanksgiving is just not the same this yearโ, and many agreed. With our world being submerged in uncertainty, families unable to gather, COVID cases at an all time high, seasonal depression on the rise and sudden losses steadily increasing, many of us are fighting to find something to be thankful for.
But then I came across something that I wrote three years ago, and it read:
๐โ๐ฎ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฌ๐ง๐ถ๐ญ ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐จ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ช๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ด ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฃ๐ข๐ฅ.
๐โ๐ฎ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฌ๐ง๐ถ๐ญ ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ฎ๐ช๐ญ๐ฆ๐ด ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฆ๐ข๐ณ๐ด.
๐โ๐ฎ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฌ๐ง๐ถ๐ญ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ข๐ญ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฆ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ด ๐ต๐ข๐ถ๐จ๐ฉ๐ต ๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ธ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐บ๐ด๐ฆ๐ญ๐ง ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ฏ ๐ ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ท๐ฆ.
๐โ๐ฎ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฌ๐ง๐ถ๐ญ ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ต๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐จ๐ต๐ฉ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐๐ฐ๐ฅ ๐ฃ๐ช๐ณ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฑ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ค๐ฆ๐ด๐ด ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฑ๐ข๐ด๐ด๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ด.
๐โ๐ฎ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฌ๐ง๐ถ๐ญ ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ฎ๐บ ๐ง๐ฆ๐ข๐ณ๐ด ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ค๐ข๐ถ๐ด๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐บ ๐ฑ๐ถ๐ด๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐จ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ธ.
๐โ๐ฎ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฌ๐ง๐ถ๐ญ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ ๐ค๐ข๐ฏ ๐ฃ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ณ๐ข๐ฏ๐ด๐ฑ๐ข๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ต ๐ค๐ข๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ฐโ๐ด ๐ธ๐ข๐ต๐ค๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ.๏ฟผ
Those words reminded me that โthanksgivingโ is not a day, itโs a lifestyle. And facing those moments where we have to dig deep for the silver lining doesnโt mean weโre not thankful, it means we are maturing enough to embrace a deeper meaning of gratitude.
So todayโฆI will cook, eat, laugh and maybe even cry. I will make a deliberate decision to add the โhappyโ to my Thanksgiving. I will embrace all that today has to offer and in EVERYTHING I will continuously give thanks.
โ๐๐ฃ ๐๐ซ๐๐ง๐ฎ๐ฉ๐๐๐ฃ๐ ๐๐๐ซ๐ ๐ฉ๐๐๐ฃ๐ ๐จ: ๐๐ค๐ง ๐ฉ๐๐๐จ ๐๐จ ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐ฌ๐๐ก๐ก ๐ค๐ ๐๐ค๐ ๐๐ฃ ๐พ๐๐ง๐๐จ๐ฉ ๐
๐๐จ๐ช๐จ ๐๐ค๐ฃ๐๐๐ง๐ฃ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ฎ๐ค๐ช.โ (๐ ๐๐๐๐จ๐จ๐๐ก๐ค๐ฃ๐๐๐ฃ๐จ 5:18)