Today I woke up slow to a grey morning. It’s not as cold as it has been or could be, so I saddled up the dogs and took them on a long walk around the block. Now I am sitting on my kitchen floor typing this, drinking coffee out of my Atlanta mug to make me feel a little better about missing Thanksgiving yesterday.
We still had Thanksgiving, mind you, that’s why I’m sitting on the floor. The table the computer has been on was used for eating yesterday and is still sitting in the living room. And the microwave is on the coffee table – it’s a mad house. But you do what you have to do in tiny apartments when you want it to feel like home.
The food was good, as was the company. And I basically ate an entire pie. So there’s that. But it wasn’t home. And now I’m drinking an entire pot of coffee, and typing my first blog in far too long to avoid the reassembly of our apartment.
I think I left off a while back in the middle of a project of sorts. And I hate myself a little for not finishing that. You’ll have to forgive me though, there were job interviews and flights and visits. And then all of the sudden I was moving to Indiana. So, I gave up and focused on getting that done and have been a little too ashamed to make the voyage back to the interweb. Especially since I won’t be picking up where I left off. Not yet anyway, or not within the same guidelines. Sorry, but this is my blog and I make the rules. It’s unfortunate for all of us.
I am going to try and write more often though. If only for the sake of my family that is more or less across the country from me. I’m not so good on the communication stuff, so I figure it’d probably be decent of me to at least update this bad boy once in a while.
This Thanksgiving was hard. If not for the fact that it’s the first Thanksgiving I’ve spent away from my family, then because I’m finding it hard to be grateful.
And before anyone jumps down my throat, I should clarify: I’m absolutely grateful for the life that I’m living currently. That I’m able to have freedom of religion, that I’m in a committed relationship, that I have a roof over my head, that I have a job that I love that can pay for the roof over my head, and so on and so forth. I’m blessed and privileged and have nothing to complain about.
But there are problems that exist, that instead of making me grateful for what I have, make me feel guilty. Because what I have far exceeds what they have. Or there are prominent issues that I can’t touch, because the opposing opinion has the majority. We’re trapped in so many destructive and wasteful cycles, but because they taste better or are more convenient, we turn a blind eye to the by-product. I’m not all that thankful for the world we’re living in today.
I don’t claim to have the answers or to know how we could fix all of this. But I will say that I wish we could all slow down. Learn to be grateful for the truly important things, and shape our lives to model that. Focus less on stuffing in every activity, party, event, and coffee date, and spend more time taking care of ourselves and those closest to us. Being that productive is not useful if you have no leftover energy to care about really big things that are happening in our families, country, and around the world.
I’m not thankful for a lot of the messes we’ve gotten ourselves into. I’m not grateful for the moral state of our country, and how some of the worst offenders will hide behind the label of Christianity and preach hate. I’m not thankful that our country constantly seems torn into sides or teams, and that history continues to find ways to repeat itself. I cannot fathom that there are children that did not eat last night.
So many of us have blinders on, we have so much on our to-do lists that we can only focus on the schedule we booked a month in advance. We can only work on getting to tomorrow, because there’s just too much to get done. And while our noses are hidden behind cameras taking pictures of meals that we are so “thankful” for, we’re missing the point.
Perspective truly is everything. Gaining perspective changes everything. It certainly has broadened my faith and strengthened my desire to be a better disciple. I’ve been challenged in a lot of ways, and I hope to act on it. I also hope to write about it.
So while I’m not thankful that we are a glaring problem of a species, I am grateful that there is a God that loves us anyway. And that He has good things planned for us despite the evil surrounding.
It is a grey and misty afternoon, and a tower of dishes threatens to crash from above overtake me right here on my own kitchen floor. And my coffee is gone. So I will go and begin the reconstruction of the living spaces, and try to stay on the thankful side of all of the feelings today.
Look at the big picture, friends. We have improvements to make.