I hate to say it, but I’m so glad to have Thanksgiving behind me. Not that I don’t love the holiday—I really do. But it was a massive stresser this year. Thirty-seven people, two giant turkeys, ten pounds of potatoes, twenty-something pies, and a Costco sized package of paper plates, all consumed and enjoyed and now in the past.
I love holidays. Family, food, fun, shopping—all things that make life worth living.
But there’s a lot of stress involved, too, and at the end of it all, I enjoy the satisfaction of having it behind me. Still, I continue to be grateful for this country in which I live, the freedoms I enjoy, and all the comforts of life with which I’m blessed. So, you know, I’m thankful for the holiday, and at the same time so relieved to have it over.
It’s one of those days I both dread and adore. Do you feel that way sometimes? When and why?