I complain about having to get up early and go to work, but I’m thankful for a job that I like, for students who keep me young, for colleagues who keep me laughing.
I grouse about having to do the grocery shopping, but I’m grateful to be well-fed, to eat what I want when I want, to have no idea what it means to be truly hungry.
I sigh heavily when my kids wake me up early in the morning on a weekend, but I’m blessed by their enthusiasm, their tousled hair, their cheerful morning faces, their heartbreaking innocence.
I roll my eyes at political shenanigans, but I’m thankful to live in a country where I can vote, can speak my mind, can share my truth.
I get frustrated by the crowds in the grocery store buying their turkeys and trimmings, but I’m profoundly grateful for a holiday that lets me stop, get over my pettiness, and and find a better perspective on it all.
May your Thanksgiving be blessed.