Internet, I’ve been in a rather selfish funk for the last few weeks. Work is frustrating. The world’s getting bleak and cold. And I? Have been staring at my navel, crying, “Why me?” Or rather, “Why not me?”
Because let’s face it. We all want whatever it is we don’t already have.
But I am, in fact, ridiculously lucky. Here are six reasons why:
1. My husband and I, we make a good living. We’re not rich, but we don’t have to wonder how we’re going to keep the lights on, or feed our daughter.
2. And let’s talk about that daughter. She is healthy, happy…a completely normal, vibrant two-year-old. She is my joy. And I am lucky to have her.
3. I am surrounded by people who love me. I have a great relationship with my parents. I even have a good relationship with my in-laws (admit it. you’re jealous).
4. I have awesome friends. I have found a group of kindred spirits here in Indiana. Plus, I still have a few, wonderful friends back home who I’d be lost without (you know who you are). And of course, there’s all you out here in bloggy land. I’d be lost without you, too.
5. I have a beautiful house. A house that I well and truly love. It’s painted in all my favorite colors, has both a soaker tub and a fireplace, and, well, it’s mine. It’s my sanctuary.
6. I have a job a lot of people would kill for. Sure, it often has me pulling my hair out, but I get paid to do something I love. How many people can say that?
In other words, I have a lot to be grateful for this Thanksgiving season.
That’s why I pledged to give Scary Mommy $50 to give to a mom who’s not so lucky. Someone who might not otherwise be able to have a Thanksgiving at all this year. Someone whose life is a struggle—and who deserves to have one meal, on one day, that’s worry-free.
Can you help? Even a little? If so, I encourage you to pay her a visit and tell her so in the comments.
Or , you know, just be a little more generous in your daily life. Put one of those $5 bags in your cart for your local food bank. Volunteer at a soup kitchen. Or heck, just give that panhandler a buck or two rather than pass them by.
After all, sometimes it’s the little things that mean the most.