Written by Leslie Criss
“Thankfulness creates gratitude which generates contentment that causes peace.” — Todd Stocker
Communication these days — online and off — often sets my teeth on edge. Angry and meanspirited rants about politics, religion and beans or no beans in chili have hurt my heart and worn me out.
I have missed on Facebook reading what folks are having for dinner and seeing pictures of friends’ kids or pets.
I long for the posting of a joke that’s so silly I have to laugh.
And I sadly wonder, if friends cannot be civil to one another on Facebook and beyond, how can we expect our country to ever mend its divisions?
Recently, however, I’ve noticed some people are penning more positive posts, listing each new day something in their lives for which they are grateful.
What a swell idea. And just in time for the forgotten holiday.
Thanksgiving. Sandwiched between Halloween and Christmas, the day set aside for giving thanks seems somehow to always get lost.
Maybe the fault lies with Macy’s. It is, after all, that store’s famous New York City parade that ultimately slings Santa onto the scene and ushers in the holiday shopping season, hours before we even give thanks for the turkey, dressing and bean casserole.
But we’ve still got plenty of time to count our blessings during this Thanksgiving season, and beyond.
So, I’ll go first.
I’m grateful for the opportunity to meet and write about amazing human beings who generously trust me with their stories. What a great gift to show up at a stranger’s home with pen in hand and leave with the feeling I’ve made a new friend.
I’m grateful for co-workers who work together to create Invitation magazine. Because of COVID, working and meeting remotely have become the norm. We rarely see each other face to face, and I miss that.
I’m grateful to those of you who read the magazine. When I hear your kind words about what we do to make sure each month’s issues find their way to you, I am reminded of how grateful I am for this job I love.
I’m fortunate to have a wonderful family on whom I can always depend for love and support — no matter what.
I’m grateful for Jake, Presley and Lulu, the trio of dogs who live at our house and bring us unconditional love and, most days, pure joy.
I’m grateful for music and memories, laughter and literature, freedom and friends. And life.
Now it’s your turn.