It’s weird. Everything, really. But finding gratitude especially. Given the discomfiting dichotomy of 2020 being the worst shitshow in America in my fifty years on this planet, and yet on a personal level, it having been a pretty good year for me it’s hard. And weird.
Yes, I know this is, in part, my hetero white privilege showing. Not to mention the privilege of my handsome, well-educated, tall white cis husband with the good, stable job that lets us live a very comfortable life in a very nice place.
Still, amidst the pandemic, the BLM protests, the murder Hornets, the devastating wildfires, the rollback of environmental regulations, and the attempts to reimpose abortion restrictions—not to mention the subversion of our democracy and our free press—I think it’s important we each remind ourselves how much we have to be thankful for.
Because we all have something, even if it’s as simple as the sun shining today (Which it’s not. It’s cold and overcast here.).
It might be cliché, and Thanksgiving might’ve been last week, but today I’m filled with anger and frustration over the state of our country and the stupidity of far too many of my fellow Americans. So, I’m letting this time of year be a good reminder to focus on being grateful for what I’ve got.
What are you finding gratitude for this year? I’d love to know! Please do share in a comment below.
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