Tomorrow is Thanksgiving. Each year it's the most significant Holiday in my calendar. Why? Because there truly is so much to be thankful for and life sometimes goes so quickly that it's important to set aside some time each year to reflect, to re-prioritize, to give thanks, to appreciate, and to tell others that your life is better because they're part of it. In a perfect world every day would be Thanksgiving, or perhaps there would be no need to set apart a day for it because it would organically happen by itself all year long.
Where am I this year? Where am I spending Thanksgiving? Without going into specifics - I'm in South Carolina. I've got a turkey in the fridge ready to cook tomorrow, I've got some special people in my life sleeping upstairs as I type this, and all I can say as I get ready for bed is that it's nice to be here as it feels very much like home in many ways. And (in my best Forrest Gump accent) "That's all I have to say about that...."
I suppose part of the reason I feel the way I do about Thanksgiving has to do with some emotional attachment to memories of this day forged over the years. I don't have a similar attachment with any other day - not Christmas, not my birthday, not New Year's. Over most of the years that I was married Thanksgiving happened at our house, I cooked, and the next day was reserved for putting up our Holiday stuff. My first day at work as Donna was in early October so the first real time I spend with my family after that was Thanksgiving. I remember crying as I packed to go back home afterwards - I didn't want it ever to end.
But the fact it, it does end. Endings are part of life, as are beginnings.
I'll enjoy a couple of days of chill time before heading north again. I just wanted to take a minute here to give thanks to friends and family, to possibility, and to Life. During the storms that occasionally blow into life those are the things that will keep us moored.