… 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.