A day of giving thanks

This is what my Thanksgiving day looks like this year: baking cinnamon rolls with a mid afternoon cup of coffee, moving very slowly, and spending quiet time with my treats and my journals.

What a precious day to spend in solitude, not lonely or missing anyone’s company. Reacquainting myself with my own company, my own needs and wants in a slow, deliberate manner.

Taking stock of all the gifts I’ve been given, and everything that supports, protects, and nourishes me… what a wonderful way to spend the day, counting blessings and placing everything that I think is going wrong in my life on a shelf.

The misgivings that I seem to focus on so much during daily life don’t have to be my primary focus at all. I’m happy to put those dingy little grievances on a shelf and let them collect dust for a while.

Today I want to acknowledge and play with the shiny, nourishing, healthy things; countless loved ones, interactions, and events that have supported me and cheered me on. Today is a day of focusing on what is working, and letting everything just rest without my need to attack it or change it.

What a restful way to spend the day. I pray to allow myself to live like this more and more, rather than reserving it for one special day a year. Each day

deserves this care and attention.