A Thanksgiving Miracle…

… An amazing thing happened this Thanksgiving.

I didn’t make it back to Virginia to see my family. I missed out on My Big Fat Puerto Rican Thanksgiving, an event I look forward to every year.

But that’s not the amazing part.

The amazing part was instead of feeling depressed and sorry for myself, I felt incredibly grateful – grateful to have family that misses me when I am not there.

And not only that, I had multiple invitations to spend Thanksgiving with various friends. I was not only not alone over the holiday, but very much wanted.

That right there is enough to help chase away any long-standing funk.

I suppose that’s a start.