I turn to writing to process something. Often when I’m having a hard time. It’s my crutch to get through it.
My way to make sense of it. My way to find clarity. My way to find power in truth.
I use my voice to write about how perfectly imperfect life can be. That voice usually shares honest thoughts in my hard moments. What I’m not so vocal about is my easy moments.
There’s something unnatural about writing about my high moments. It feels boastful and exultant (thank you, thesaurus.com).
But isn’t Thanksgiving the moment for that? The moment to reflect on the highlight reel of our lives over the last year?
What are those moments for you? Are they the ones captured in your instagram feed? The ones stored on your phone? The ones stored privately in your heart? The ones that come back when you hear a certain song? Or a mixture of all of the above?
I know some of mine:
- Driving across a causeway in South Carolina, with the windows down in my favorite car, with my favorite middle child, singing along to his favorite song
- Racing my boys on the playground, covered in sweat and squeals
- Watching one brother hug another who is sad
- Hiking through the woods with my husband
- Dancing in my kitchen
- Driving with my father from Kentucky to North Carolina
- Getting dinner with my mother
- Sipping coffee on my front steps while the sunrises
My life is really great. We work really hard to make it great. We have made some hard decisions to make it great and continue to make hard decisions to keep it that way. We make sure we spend time with ourselves, our dreams, our kids, each other, our families, and our friends.
There isn’t a day in my life that I’m not thankful for my husband, our children and our blessings. Sometimes the happiness feels like too much to contain inside me.
But when these moments are happening, I’m not in front of my computer. I’m in front of the moment. I’m squeezing my husband and telling him how happy he makes me. Or kissing my kids’ squishy cheeks for the hundredth time that day and asking them if they know how much I love them.
Macklemore’s Same Love has been on my workout playlist rotation these days. It’s such a beautiful, emotional plea about love, acceptance, and the fundamental parts of ourselves that we can’t change.
Yes, I know what it’s specifially about, but I still connect. Because that concept: unconditional love and acceptance, applies across all of us. And as much as I believe in growth and change; I believe there are fundamental aspects of ourselves that can’t change.
This Thanksgiving in addition to all of the daily moments for which I am thankful, I am thankful for love.
Love that is unconditional, unqualified, and unwavering. Love that sees me – all of me in my strengths, my weaknesses, my flaws and my blessings. Love that is careful, kind, and patient with me. Love that shares in carrying joy and pain.
Love that forgives, accepts, and celebrates and says, I’m still here. I see your strengths more.
In the scaredness that is each day, I’m vowing to practice leading with love with my husband, my children, family, old friends, new friends…all loving.
With love, Happy Thanksgiving,
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