Last year I went on record stating that Thanksgiving was my least favorite holiday. That is an understatement. I am clearly not a fan.
I’m also not a fan of turkey, cranberries, stuffing, overeating, and spending hours cooking and cleaning.
All of this explains a lot about my resistance towards a holiday that celebrates a man that took a piece of country away from the native inhabitants and claimed it for his own.
Thanksgiving snuck up on me this year. And while I know it’s a time of year to be grateful for our blessings, the thing is, sometimes I don’t feel very grateful. Sometimes I just feel tired, annoyed, and maybe a tad bit lost. Life can be exhausting.
There seems to be so much to worry about this time around. The violence in the Middle East, rampant unemployment, our country’s fiscal uncertainty, illness, loss, and let us not forget the impending doom that the Mayan’s scripted for us by ending our calendar on December 21st (Thanks for nothing, Mayans!).
Yes, I’m feeling a bit grumpy this year.
What I’d really like to do this Thanksgiving is retreat to a quiet vineyard, take a good book, a good man (not necessarily in that order), and my dog, and lay low for the weekend enjoying the countryside, the wine and the people. No muss, no fuss; just quiet sleep-in mornings, musical late night evenings and days of daydreaming of things to come and the planning of future adventures. That is not, however, how I will be spending the holiday.
The wonderful man in my life somehow convinced me to host the holiday at home for a few choice friends and family, a tradition he values greatly. I’m not sure exactly how it all happened, but before you could say ‘Christopher Columbus’, I was menu planning.
A diabolical turn of events and a far cry from my Thanksgiving ritual of ordering oodles of Chinese food, watching old movies in my pajamas and playing board games by the fire (a tradition I miss already). While I am always pleased as punch to hookup with these awesome people, the jury is still out as to whether I can be recruited into the Thanksgiving spirit.
Feeling more like the Grinch than a thankful pilgrim, I will work on ridding myself of this turkey size chip on my shoulder and focus deeply on those things that I am fortunate enough to enjoy in my life; the love of a good man, a loving family, two good-for-nothing cats and a bossy dog, wonderful friends, a pantry full of food and a warm and welcoming home to house it all in. I would add to that list; a bright future, but I guess we’ll have to wait until December 22nd to see if that one is true. (stupid Mayans!)
We no longer live in the Norman Rockwell world of Thanksgiving. There are as many different ways to celebrate Thanksgiving as there are people. Families morph, people move away, kids grow up, and some of us meet and fall in love with people that don’t value the Chinese food idea of Thanksgiving (I’m not mentioning names).
All in all, however you celebrate this holiday, I hope that you do just that; celebrate! And I hope that you do it in peace, warmth and love.
Of course Chinese food wouldn’t hurt either.