Wednesday, November 22, 2006
Today, tomorrow and, I hope, every normal, average day forever, I want to be thankful. Don't sigh....I know it's Thanksgiving and that it's sappy, emotional, and even expected that I should write some sort of expected message on the subject--along with the myriad of other writers across our nation. Years ago, we started Gratitude Journals. Believe me, we meant well. We tried to write in these little journals five things each day that we were grateful for. We did it regularly for a month or two. I saw them just the other day...hiding out in a drawer. Are we any less thankful? Nope. Not at all. In fact, we are two very thankful gay guys. Frequently saying to one another "we sure have a lot to be thankful for." And we do. I refuse to do a list. It would be long, belabored, and unnecessary. It goes so far beyond geography, family, friends, health, finances, jobs, insurance, blah blah blah. Or even the card that you may feel you've been dealt in life. It's an attitude, a way of life, a choosing of one's heart and mind to live in a certain way. A sort of intersecting of the spirit, the soul, the heart, the head. Doesn't really have anything to do with what we have or don't have. Whether our cupboard is full or empty.....matters not. Job or no job. Who cares. On this, the eve before a particular day decreed on a calendar, and not unlike many other similar days, we are thankful, grateful, appreciative. As the food is being shoved in, licked up off the plate, and remade into leftover sandwiches, we are thankful, grateful, and any other similar adjective you can dig up. We're going to be tomorrow too. Oh, and the next day also. And did I mention next week? Live and, with humbleness, give thanks.