With the Thanksgiving holiday coming to a close, I think it’s important that I take a retrospective approach and reflect on what I’m thankful for.
Basically, I think things are pretty good. I have a loving husband who wants to admit me to the nut-house only every once in a while, some pretty good dogs who usually listen to me, a car that barely ever sputters, family whose public humiliation they limit to the holiday season, and a job that allows me to ramble in my given column about whatever I may choose. Overall, life is A-OK.
I am thankful for Justin, number one; he treats me pretty well and puts up with my quirks. I am thankful for cheese (and other food, too, I guess…), number two. I am thankful that Black Friday only comes once a year; my debit card and patience could not bear the occasion any more often than that. I am thankful for my horse, Tim; he has only tried to kill me a handful of times, and always seems remorseful after the fact. I am thankful for the crazy grandparents, aunts, uncles, and cousins that I have been graced with; I know that I have a pretty good team on my side, should things get ugly. I am thankful for readers that don’t judge me too harshly, as of yet.
Our world is filled with complaints; has anyone noticed that? You can’t turn on the news, look at Facebook, or go to the grocery store without hearing how bad things are for some people.
I understand that not everyone has been as blessed as I am, but it makes you that much stronger to be able to look at your personal life-glass as being half-full.
My loopy dad always instilled in me that you make your own luck, and it’s important to be an eternal optimist; otherwise you will find yourself spiralling into madness. These few pieces of advice have gotten me through a lot of pity-parties.
If you can’t dig my point out of this mess of nonsense, just understand that no one controls your life but you. The bills may be late and the bank may be calling, but only you have the power to let it mess up your day.