Turkey Day

I’m not getting the turkey I wanted for Thanksgiving this year. But that’s ok, I’ll still have it this year, maybe on a Tuesday, not the official turkey day, just because. Just like I remember what I’m thankful for the other 364 days of the year. Because thanks shouldn’t be about one day a year. That’s stupid. It’s like Valentine’s. You should only appreciate your partner one day? I call bullshit. You can have turkey whenever you want, send/give flowers whenever you want, and damn it, you’d better be thankful for what you have every day.

Oops, didn’t mean to get ugly there. Didn’t mean to yell or lecture. There’s just a little bad blood in my veins this week, as I’m in the wrong state for the holidays. But on the up side, I get to see my family, and I LOVE my family. They’re crazy and insane, supportive and stern, and I wouldn’t have them any other way. I read because of my father, I blow bubbles because of my mother. My siblings have made me both harder and softer on the inside over the years and can take responsibility for some of my Sybil behavior. I love them. I’m thankful for them.

And here it comes. Because you’re expecting a “I’m thankful for” blog today, aren’t you? Most people will do that. It’s almost expected. But I’m not most people.

Oh I’m thankful. I tell a certain Hippie on a regular basis that I’m thankful. I tell my parents, my friends, my boss. But that’s people, and that’s been done to death, and well, according to that second paragraph up there, you should do it all the time. So let’s switch gears here. Let’s look at that dirty blood running through my veins. Let’s open our minds and thank the negative things that have happened in our lives, or maybe just events themselves, rather than the people…

A fairy princess once yelled at me, because that’s what best friends do… and I’m thankful I ignored her. I had a crappy marriage but I am thankful for it because I now recognize the good. I’m thankful for the horrible jobs and bosses I’ve had over the years, they taught me to appreciate what I have now. I’m thankful that my mother moved us a lot as children, so that I’d have the balls necessary to move my life across the country. I’m thankful for what I have, rather than what I wish I had. And I’m thankful for any and all of the negative, bad, horrible incidents that may have happened to get me here. Because I’m where I belong. And I’m the person I’m supposed to be.

The old saying about not being able to change the past is dead on, but the author should have continued the thought… Accept the past. Embrace it. Learn from it what you can and move forward. And above all, remember to be thankful that it happened the way it did, because it made you who you are and gave you what you’ve got and there was a reason for whatever pain and suffering may have happened.

And if you’re suffering now, remember how it tastes—because one day you will be sitting in front of a turkey and someone will ask you what you’re thankful for, bitch*.

*look ma/lu, no preposition at the end!

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  • Lauren says:

    “And I’m thankful for any and all of the negative, bad, horrible incidents that may have happened to get me here. Because I’m where I belong. And I’m the person I’m supposed to be.”

    Ro recently asked me if I could go back and change anything, what would I pick? And I couldn’t answer. Because even though I wish to God I hadn’t made some of the choices I did (or had never met a certain person), those choices and events made me who I am today. I wouldn’t have the friends I do. I probably wouldn’t have met the man I’m going to marry. I wouldn’t have my church community to support me when life sucks ass. And I wouldn’t be, as you said, the person I’m supposed to be. As Douglas Adams said, “I may not have gone where I intended to go but I ended up where I was meant to be.”

    Thanks for this post, Kelli. <3

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