I miss this blog! Visiting old projects at times is like visiting an old friend. It feels familiar and yet altogether alien.
Tonight I am thankful for many things. Firstly, I am thankful for the time away from this blog, time that I have had to reflect, stare out windows out into the trees, and think of the future. The present. Forcing thankfulness tends to find me overlooking the important things in my life, and instead focusing on the details for the sake of my writing. But my craft is not nearly as important as true appreciation. True appreciation far outweighs even the most poignant excerpts of my vanity.
Secondly, I am thankful for the recent holiday of Thanksgiving. For the first time in my life, perhaps as a sign of my getting older, I spent the holiday alone. Working in Indiana at a coffeeshop, saving for an uncertain future, I questioned how to best spend my time. Eating alone felt wrong. And yet, I have a job. It’s easy for me to forget how much I have to be thankful for sometimes, when I’m focusing on what I don’t have.
Thirdly, I am thankful for the power of transformation. I was talking with a friend the other day about the origins of Thanksgiving. My friend was ashamed of the holiday because it reminded her of the genocide Native Americans faced at the hands of early American settlers. Between that and the celebration of gluttony, the two of us questioned the holiday. I left my conversation with her disgusted at the thought of Turkey, thankful that I would be celebrating alone. And yet, later that day on the way to work, I passed a small house in an Indiana cornfield. A quaint, broken down shack of a residence, I think one of the windows were broken. And yet, I counted eleven cars and saw eons of light gleaming contentedly from the abode. I was struck by how a holiday, regardless of origin, could be transformed into something redemptive and beautiful. How even the darkest of things could bring families and loved ones together. It made me smile, and made the thought of working nine hundred miles from home a bit easier to swallow.
Thankfulness is everywhere. I look forward to the rest of the year, and where it takes me. What are you thankful for?