I’ve never been overly enthusiastic about Thanksgiving.  Orange and brown was never my aesthetic and as a kid with an autoimmune digestive illness the whole focus on “eating too much” was occasionally problematic.

What I do love about Thanksgiving is the premise: it’s a time to give thanks.

We all know how busy we can get, and how difficult it can be to see the big picture in our daily struggles. I often forget (or disregard) all of the good things in my life. I’m grateful for the built-in chance to sit back, contemplate all that God has done in my life and in the world, and truly appreciate.

I’ve been blessed with a lot (being born at this time in history, in America, to loving parents who taught me to know God) and have worked to know myself but also to carve out some small accomplishments on this earth (my health being first and foremost—I didn’t do it all myself but by gum I have to give myself a little credit for doing the work).

It is hard to feel confused or doubtful or hateful when your heart is full of gratitude for what you have received and what exists in your life.

I try to thank God for something (any little thing) every single day, but there is so much to be thankful for.

Happy Thanksgiving, y’all.