Whatever your thoughts about Thanksgiving as a holiday–and personally, I have plenty–I think it’s excellent that for most people these days, this day has become an opportunity to really focus on being grateful. Regardless of the history of the day, having a holiday where we are mindful of our blessings can be truly beautiful.
Gratitude is often entirely lost on us. We tend to focus on where we want to be, not where we are. What we want, not what we have. The ways in which we want our lives to be different, instead of the wonderful aspects of how our lives already are. I am so guilty of all of these things, especially this year. If you read my last post, you’ll know I’ve had a difficult 2017. I’ve felt afloat most of the year. I’m just now feeling back to myself, and so I’m being as intentional about gratitude as possible this season.
I am so grateful that as difficult as this year has been, I’ve experienced immense personal and spiritual growth. God had been so good to me this year as I’ve walked through difficult seasons. My husband has kept me grounded, made me laugh, gifted me with the best snuggles, made me countless pots of coffee, and accompanied me on literally dozens of random donut runs. My dog, Tater, continues to be the world’s Very Best Pug.
And I am so, so grateful that I am finally writing again. That my passion has endured and I feel more focused than ever. I feel confident in my future again, even though every aspect of that future–where we’re going to live, where I’m going to work, whether I’m going to grad school–is 100% up in the air.
Answering my friend Kate Colby’s post on Thanksgiving, I wanted to share a book I’m grateful for: A Darker Shade of Magic by V.E. Schwab. This book (and series) served as huge inspiration for me, reminding me of why I want to write. It’s only the second time in my life that I’ve read a book that resonated so deeply with me and reminded me of why being a writer is all I have ever wanted.
(P.S. I met Victoria Schwab last year, and she is the sweetest. I blubbered a less articulate version of the above paragraph, said something about her not being allowed to die, and she hugged me and didn’t treat me like a weirdo. She is amazing.)
The turkey is in the oven (a Nashville hot chicken inspired bird), the pumpkin pie is made, and my in-laws are here for a visit. I’m 1/3 through a major revision. Life is pretty beautiful, y’all.
Much love to you and yours this holiday season. Own that gratitude.