The idea of a day where we reflect on the things we’re thankful for sounds easy enough. If you’re reading this, you’re probably reading it on a computer, which means you probably have a lot to be thankful for. I’m writing this on a computer and I know that I have a lot to be thankful for, but the truth is that I feel like I tend to do the opposite of what this holiday is meant to be. My thoughts gravitate to whatever’s missing, whatever’s lost or broken or painful. My heart worries and fears. There is plenty to be thankful for but those are not the scenes I stay stuck in. I wish I was better at being present. Perhaps you can relate. And it’s not that I don’t have plenty to be happy about. There is more than plenty. My life is absurd in terms of how privileged it is. Lucky. So I guess I’m writing for two reasons. 1. We deserve the space to be human. To be real, to be honest. To be a mess, to cry, to laugh while crying, to do whatever you need to do… Now, my guess is the idea of going th...
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