Things are a little different than usual this year for Thanksgiving, and anyone who knows me knows that I don’t particularly like change, so this holiday season has been a little difficult to adjust to. Everything is just a little different than what I’ve gotten used to over the past few years – different city, different house, different room, and even a different family.
But after all my grumbling and complaining about not liking the change, I finally realized that I was completely defying the entire purpose of this holiday. Thanksgiving? In whining about giving up my room, am I giving thanks for having a room at all? In complaining about missing out on time with a certain extended family, am I giving thanks for being able to spend time with my dad and grandma? In all my grouchiness about all the change, I’ve been forgetting everything I have to be thankful for. I get to be together with my family all weekend. I get to see my dad and my grandma. I get to eat a bunch of food, then feel sick for weeks after eating too much. I realized that what I have to be thankful for completely outweighs what I’ve been complaining about.