With Thanksgiving coming up, which as a Brit, I don't celebrate and if I were American I wouldn't celebrate anyway.... I've been thinking about giving thanks and how important it is.
As human doings, we spend so much time racing from one thing to the next, we barely have time to think about who helped us along the way, who gave us their usual happy smile, who made us feel good with a pat on the shoulder or a comforting word.
Very few of us take time to sit quietly and think about our day, let alone our lives. To be honest, I'm pretty certain a lot of people don't make the time to do it because if they did they'd wonder what the hell they were doing with their lives. I think it's very easy to get swept along with life. We all need to make ends meet and if we're fortunate enough to find a job where we're well paid, even if we don't like it, we don't like to think about the consequences if we were to leave - especially if we have others depending on us. Yes, it would open up a whole can of worms, therefore it's much easier to just continue, bury the ill-feelings about the job and just continue. In the meantime, though, we have to squash down the feelings of doubt, so heaven forbid we ever spend a moment alone in quiet solitude, otherwise we'd actually be able to contemplate the idea of how uncomfortable we actually are and how much we'd like to change it all.
So far in my life I've never been rich. My parents were comfortable and I've always managed to get by. Recently times have been hard, but during all this time I've never been afraid to sit alone with myself and my thoughts. However, I have known a number of people who were much better off than me, had apparently happy marriages or relationships, the children they'd always wanted, good jobs, nice houses and cars, and yet they could never spend a moment alone. As a single woman with a regular sitter I often found myself being the person they called on when they had no one else and couldn't spend a minute on their own.
So, think about it. We might look at other people and imagine they're happy, simply because they have the things we want, when in reality they're not happy at all.
I am going to take some time this week to think about the things I have in my life to be thankful for. There is always something, even if it's a warm, dry roof over our heads. Granted, sometimes we are in such a dark place it's hard to think of anything, but give ourselves time and maybe it's possible we might find something. I find it difficult to look at my children sleeping and not be grateful for the life I've co-created. I look at my kittens curled up together on my lap and find it hard not to be grateful for their presence in my home. I look out of the window on these cold mornings and find it difficult not to be grateful to have the gift of the sun rising in my back yard. During my worst moments I'd wake and find it difficult not to be grateful for the fact I was still breathing in and out, which was my next step forward into actually "living" that day rather than wishing my life away.
Be thankful, not only on Thursday, but every day..... we should be grateful for every breath we take on this earth, because it might be our last. If you had to live next year as if it were your last, what would you do? How would you feel? Do you have the guts to even think about giving it a try?
Angel has spoken......... thank you for listening 
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