This weekend is Thanksgiving in Canadaland.
A common tradition, at least at Thanksgiving meals that I've been to over my years, is that once everyone has sat down and loaded their plates up to maximum capacity, is to go around the table and each person expresses what they are thankful for. It's never been a religious thing and people are usually 'digging in' at this point and the wine is a-flowing.
This Thanksgiving, I'm alone. I made a sort of rice jambalaya thing: rice, veggies and ground turkey breast cooked up sort of Cajun-like and moments ago sat there eating it wondering what I'm thankful for. This year, it's difficult because I'm not well, I'm not in a happy place and that's clouding everything. But I am thankful for some very basic, bottom rung of 'Maslow's hierarchy of needs' sorts of things.
- I am alive. A few times throughout this past year I have had some very dark moments, somehow I'm still here.
- I have finally found a psychologist who kicks ass. Ms Shrinkychick has her work cut out for her and she's not let me down.
- I have a roof over my head, money in the bank and food in my belly.
- Although my health is not what it could be, I feel ok at this moment.
- There are 365 days to make next year's Thanksgiving blog post into something much better.
Oh, wait! Three cheers for pumpkin pie!
Happy Thanksgiving... or not.