Thanksgiving: It's never perfect.
It's really just an imperfect celebration. If your family is anything like mine, you'll understand that cooking and cleaning and feasting together for the entirety of a day is very hard. It's not enough to overcook a turkey or forget about the pie, but having literally no other place to escape to is basically the straw that broke the camel's back.
Thanksgiving is theatrical. It is melodramatic and loud, and in my personal opinion, is a day in which we use way to many onions.
Yet after taking these past couple of days to reflect on my circumstances and the moments in which I've found myself, I realized something: If I were to make a list of all the things I could be thankful for, that list is undoubtedly longer than my list of misfortunes.
Thanksgiving is communal. It is authentic and invites us into a time of sharing life together. It provides us with an opportunity to build our presence with one another, and to be present. And if I'm being perfectly honest here, it is a relative normalcy in the chaos that surrounds my life every day. We just choose to celebrate it once every 365 days.
Last week, thanksgiving encouraged me to reflect on the past year, which brought peace to my present and allowed me to feel thankful for my future, which is completely unbeknownst to me.
Thanksgiving: It is an imperfect celebration yet it is a time we set aside to be in community with each other with the intention of spending time together celebrating life through conversation, feasting, and yes, even shouting over who over-mashed the potatoes.
And if this past thanksgiving was any indication of what the few months ahead will bring, I can't wait for Christmas.