“The foolish man seeks happiness in the distance. The wise man grows it under his feet.” -James Oppenheim
There came a time in my life when I realized that Christmas mornings were never again going to meet or exceed my expectations. When I outgrew the idea that an Easy Bake Oven or a Go-Go My Walkin’ Pup would suddenly make me the happiest person alive, Christmas morning just didn’t quite have the same magic as it did before.
It was then that I realized Thanksgiving is truly the best holiday of the year.
If we set aside Thanksgiving’s politically incorrect history, and just focus on the idea that it’s a day to be with family and friends and be grateful for what we have, then I think it’s probably the best day of the year.
I’m so grateful that I get to be home for Thanksgiving this year. Thanksgiving in Madrid last year was fun, but nothing compares to being with family (although I’m still not quite sure which foods I will partake in and which I won’t.)
And I’m thankful for the following:
- Friendships that span years, cities, states, continents
- Earning a living with a job that stimulates and challenges me, that allows me to do things I love while still working towards the greater good
- The option to move out and be independent or stay at home and save money
- Generous, patient, and loving parents
- Health insurance
- Family members that live nearby
- New opportunities
And so much more.