A great day to thank:
Your thumbs
Your toes
Everything about you that’s still in good working order
The part of your family you agree with
The part of your family you disagree with
The people you love
The people you avoid
People who are irked at you right now
People who owe you
People you owe
Everyone you’ve met, good and bad
Strangers, passersby, audiences you’ve sat with, people you’ve asked directions from
People you’ve looked up to, and down on
All pets, individually, past and present, and all house plants
The big tree on your block when you were a kid
Nelson Mandela, da Vinci, Gandhi, M.L. King
That crack in the sidewalk
That sunset that year
That mountain view
Those shoes on your feet
The earth beneath your shoes
Inside, outside, upside down, right side up
What you believe in
What others believe in
That memory
That other memory
Deep conversations
Being excited, bored, scared, angry, or neutral
Love, hate, art, things that smell good and things that don’t
Things you've succeeded at, failed at, dreamed about, liked, didn’t like, loved, rooted for despised, or secretly admired
Whoever or Whatever you care to worship/revere/blame for it all—
They’ve all contributed to your life,
So they’re all in the credits that roll at the end.
And, by the way:
Who will be thankful for you?
For your understanding, tolerance, magnanimity, equanimity, inclusion
For your good humor
For your willingness to discuss rather than dismay
Reason rather than rant
Hear rather than howl
Love rather than loathe.
You’ve been in so many stories
You’ve touched so many lives
How thankful are they that you’re in their end credits?
Consider it.
And Happy Thanksgiving.