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On Thanksgiving and Stuff

Well the Thanksgiving break is over already. This year marked the first celebration of the holiday in many years in which I was not with my extended family in Utah enjoying Grandma's celebrated home-style cooking, but I was able to make it enjoyable none the less. Yes, the day is all about family, but what is so great about the holiday (and what makes it perhaps my favorite of all holidays) is that people who aren't family, who are in fact perfect strangers, go out of their way to make a family together, if only for that one day, for that one meal. I ate the feast with a group of local transplants from Utah, like me, and though I barely knew them we became a family together as we enjoyed the meal and gave thanks for how lucky we really are. So while I missed my family terribly, I was far from lonely on the big day.

Besides the expected self-indulgent food rampage on Thursday, my weekend also included a trip to Savannah, Georgia with some of my dear friends (for pictures, look me up on Facebook). This year I learned a lot of things about life over the holiday break. One of which is make sure you pee before you walk around downtown Savannah, because they don't believe in allowing the public access to restrooms there. Little tidbits like that really add to one's overall wisdom.

I wish to say a few words on the subject of wishbones. My previous philosophy regarding the proper way to make a wish on a wishbone was to keep it simple, specific, and fathomably attainable. This prevents one from wishing for something beyond the power of a mere wishbone to possibly grant (world peace would be nice and all, but really, its just a little bone). Well I learned this year that there's also a danger in making the wish TOO specific or time-limited, because then the slightest little thing can prevent the wish from happening. My wish, for example, was foiled by bad breath brought about by an exotic arabian food dinner. Better to give the wishbone time and a range of options in its effort to help you out. Well, live and learn.

Thanksgiving never fails to remind me what an ingrateful jerk I am. I spent the weekend meditating on my little hissy fit last week and boy am I embarrassed. The pettiness, the jealousy, the indignant arrogant outrage! They are rampant in this business and I guess I get caught up in it all. But thats not the person I want to be. It's my choice. Every day sends undeserved blessings, each one part of the joy of being alive. I'm done with my complaining. I'm going to start celebrating. Dear friends and loved ones, please hold me to this and call me on it if I start getting petty again. I don't want that life.

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Anonymous said…
I'm curious to know what your little wish was.
11/30/2006 8:27 PM
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