Thanksgiving is a time for eating, but it is also “supposedly” a time of thanks and giving. But the only thanks I’ve seen going on in past thanksgivings I have attended is the required “please and thank you” for passing the mashed potatoes across the table to your uncle. And the only giving I see is that of the hostess/host planning and preparing an elaborate meal to give to the guests. As far as I can see (and keep in mind I do wear glasses) there isn’t much thanks or giving going on, well at least not the genuine kind, just the superficial “thanks for passing me those mashed potatoes and for giving me that cranberry pecan roll.”
So, what are you actually thankful for, besides the succulent turkey leg your aunt so regretfully gave up for you to enjoy?
I know that I am thankful for my passion. If I didn’t have my passion, I’m not sure I would know who I was.
I am thankful for my parents who have so wonderfully supported me for the past 17 years. From me becoming dictator of the contents of the pantry and refrigerator to my outrageous birthday party demands, they have been the most supportive they can possibly be. Thank you.
I am thankful for farmers markets and the hardworking farmers and the conscientious people who make them possible.
I am thankful that I have my entire life ahead of me to accomplish all my hopes and dreams.
I am thankful that I have hopes and dreams in the first place.
I am thankful for food. A lot of people (925 million people are categorized as “hungry”) don’t have enough of it, and I am one of the lucky ones who does.
I am thankful for my life. Everything about it; I am thankful for.