Am I the only one who’s getting a little tired of reading these “Today I’m thankful for . . . ” posts and tweets that are clogging up the internet?
For the love of everything sacred, people, we get it: You’re thankful. I’m thankful. We’re ALLLLLL THANKFUUUUUULLLLLL!!!
(Note: last paragraph was meant to be read in Oprah’s voice)
Okay, so maybe I considered participating in the whole 30 Days of Thanks thing this year while I was pouring myself a second glass of wine on Halloween. And maybe I started writing a post with a list of 30 things I’m thankful for that I would post on December 1st (incidentally – if I run out of blog material between now and then and decide to publish that list, please forget you read this post).
But the next day, after I’d sobered up and come down from my chocolate-induced sugar high, I realized it wasn’t for me. I just cannot sit here and fabricate 30 separate, engaging posts about the things I’m thankful for. I guess I’m just not that interesting of a person.
Or I’m too disillusioned.
The bottom line is: I decided not to do it.
But that doesn’t mean I’m not thankful. I am thankful. Every single day of my life. I mean, how can I not be? I have a beautiful and healthy 1-year-old, I married the man of my dreams, I live in a gorgeous home, I’m fortunate enough not to have to work . . .
See what I mean? I just can’t pull this one off.
And while I’m incessantly rambling here, can I ask why we are only thankful for things in November? What about the other 335 days out of the year? Are we really that cynical that we can only muster up the strength to find 30 things that make us happy?
I mean, I can think of at least 31 things. Possibly 32.