Thanksgiving marks the beginning of my annual “season of reflection.” From Thanksgiving to New Year’s Eve, I spontaneously start evaluating the past year and planning for the year ahead. I think about what brings me joy, and start letting go of the things that don’t so I have more time for the things that do. I assess progress on the past year’s goals, and if the progress is underwheming, determine whether the goal is still important enough to keep pursuing. I debate with myself over whether to make New Year’s Resolutions or not. (I inevitably do.)
I usually start my season of reflection by counting my blessings. (Thanksgiving provides the perfect reminder.) This year I have so many blessings, it will take most of the weekend to tally them all. But I’m willing to give it the old college try. Today I am grateful for:
- dear family and friends
- almost full moons
- financial security and a home with no mortgage
- butchers who don’t laugh when I ask them to spatchcock the turkey for me
- small kindnesses like my neighbor’s willingness to walk my dog because my hip is acting up
- the taste of fresh Meyer lemons plucked from my own tree
- warm fleece jackets to ward against the cooler autumn nights
- finding the perfect joke gift to give my husband for his birthday
- plenty of books to read, and more being written for me to read in the future….
And most importantly, I feel blessed that you have stopped by to read my blog today. Thank you! May your blessings be too many to count. Happy Thanksgiving.