It’s that time of year again. It’s time to gather round a table with loved ones and dig into something delicious and be thankful for all that we have, because well…it’s Thanksgiving.
More and more I notice that people don’t know how to give thanks, and worse yet, I find that people don’t know how to accept gratitude with aplomb. I’m an old fashioned Girl Friday, I suppose. When someone has done me a favor I try to write a thank-you note. I hoard stationary, so really it’s quite a thrill for me. When someone should be congratulated I try to write a nice note expressing my sentiments. Twice in the past few months I have done this and had the strangest reactions from the note receivers. One person asked what the note was for, though I clearly appreciated her commitment and support at an event I’d hosted. The second person said that my handmade thank-you seemed like a waste of time.
I can let all of these people discourage me from being me, or I can accept that most people aren’t thanked nearly enough for the work they do, for their kind spirits, or for the inspiration they provide. I will continue to give thanks when I can and how I enjoy it—through words and sometimes pretty paper.
Lastly, I feel really lucky to have kind readers who pipe up out of the blue just to say they like my little blog. Thank you for reading, especially you, Justin Accident!