Iâ€™m extremely thankful for food and shelter and my family (in small doses). With the effects of the recentÂ hurricane still taking its toll on many, itâ€™s hard not to look around at what we have and feel grateful that,Â even though we donâ€™t have extra money for luxuries, we can clothe our family and be warm on a coldÂ night. And Iâ€™m all for sitting around a table and acknowledging those things genuinely and frequently. AsÂ a mother of one, I strive to teach my daughter about being grateful for all that we have each and everyÂ day.
But personally, I have long thought of the tradition of Thanksgiving as being a bit, well, ass-backwards.Â Though I continue to celebrate it, as my family always gathers at this time, I do feel that any other day ofÂ the year (when we arenâ€™t being told to say â€śthank youâ€ť by a day on the calendar) might be slightly moreÂ appropriate to meaningfully give thanks. This year, like all the others, Iâ€™ll stuff my face with turkey andÂ cranberry sauce and tell those around me that I truly appreciate them. And Iâ€™ll mean it! But that doesnâ€™tÂ change the fact that the holiday itself is kind of absurd. Ironically enough, the forced gratitude that weÂ practice on the third Thursday in November seems to bring to the surface a number of things I really amÂ not thankful for this Thanksgiving.