First of all, i would like to say happy Thanksgiving to those who celebrate and happy day to those who don’t. This thanksgiving has been a really different one for me, though I know that on the surface it does not look like it. I celebrated the day with my wife and our families, going from one party to the other. Luckily we were able to bring together her mother’s family and my family for lunch and went to her father’s for dinner. All around, a normal thanksgiving minus, thankfully, the scramble to get to three families in one day. But the difference was inside of me. Thanksgivings past, for me, were always something I pretty much tried to avoid. Not that I wasn’t thankful for the time, but more I wasn’t taking things in the right perspective. I had alot of pride that I simply didn’t know was there, and during the holidays this pride took hold in a pretty horrible way. I had a very “me against the world” way of looking at things and, in a way, that isn’t completely gone yet. But it’s subsiding. I’m maturing. Damn if it didn’t take a long time though. I am so incredibly thankful for so much this year. I have a wonderful family, a truely beautiful and strong wife, and a job. I’m alive and kicking. I have food on my table, and a roof over my head (hopefully soon I’ll have one that belongs to me and the wife, but im thankful now, more than ever, that my parents are graceful and loving enough to let us live with them while we climb this hill called no money). I am slowly and steadily losing weight because im sticking to my diets. And last, but certainly not least, I’m thankful for my friends. All the ones who came before and all the ones I’m going to meet on my journey. Especially the ones who choose to still be in my life and encourage me and just haven’t given up on me. I’m thankful. Be thankful for all you have. I know I am.
Thanksgivings past, for me, were always something I pretty much tried to avoid.