Thanksgiving Day 2011 is two days away, and gratitude is on the minds and in the hearts of many. Yes, it's easy to be grateful for our loved ones, home, job, and yummy, fattening food. (Can I get a witness on stuffing?!) But, this time also offers us an opportunity to show gratitude for the crappy things in our lives, for they are often our greatest teachers. On this Thanksgiving holiday, I am grateful for the following yuckies:
* My super-fugly, pumpkin-colored stretch pants from Chadwick's of Boston, which remind me that one should never compare oneself to another (or buy pants from a discount catalog)
* Mom's passing, which reminds me to fully appreciate each day that I have been given
* Snowstorms in Minnesota, which remind me how friggin' incredible the summers can be
* Sprouting pimples at 42 years of age, which remind me when I have had more Starbucks than a human should possibly consume
* Struggling with paying bills, which reminds me how fortunate I am to even have bills; there are people on this planet who don't have food to eat much less an overdue Wells Fargo credit card statement
* My alcoholic ex-f@#$buddy that treated me like shit, who reminds me that I deserved a whole lot better (and got it)
* So-called personality conflicts with insecure ninnies, which reminds me that I don't have to take on other people's drama
* Computer crashes and broken routers, which remind me that life isn't about typing on a keyboard or staring at a screen
* Not being able to do the 'crane' pose in yoga (yet), which reminds me that I have come a long way from not being able to do any pose but Savasana
* My daughter's perpetually-dirty room, which reminds me of her creativity and individuality (and ingenious ways to hide candy wrappers)
* My smallness, which reminds me of what I still need to work on
Happy Thanksgiving, and celebrate your gunk, everybody!! It's what helped create the Beauty That Is You.
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