I’m one of those people who feels wholly inadequate if Thanksgiving doesn’t turn out like a Norman Rockwell illustration. And it rarely does.
Last year, I canceled Thanksgiving and Christmas because I had a dying dog with contagious skin condition. It wasn’t safe to have the grandkids over and expose them. The dog was happier too. But for me, it was a long, dark winter.
This year, I’m redirecting my thoughts to gratitude. There’s food in the fridge, the mortgage and the heat bill are paid. That’s huge.
Where there is life, there is hope. That’s huge too.
And let’s not forget the mystery community: Mysteristas, Malice Domestic and the wonderful people who work so hard to facilitate that event every year, and the generous, talented, wise and funny mystery-writing community.
Counting my blessings is a great way to pull myself out of a funk. It’s cheaper than shopping and less fattening than chocolate.
What’s going to happen next? It’s a mystery. But, you know, it always is. To think otherwise is delusional.
And in observing the mystery revealed, we harvest things so much more rich than we could have expected.
So, Mysteristas, on this T-day, what you grateful for?