Thanksgiving


I am grateful for what I am and have. My thanksgiving is perpetual. It is surprising how contented one can be with nothing definite - only a sense of existence.
Henry David Thoreau

To list all that I’m grateful for would be impossible here.
It’s not merely the joy of being alive but the blessing of basking in the miracle of existence.

This hasn’t been the best year for me health wise. I don’t find myself needing to make big lessons out of tough times or tell you that life goes on or that you’re strong or whatever.
I don’t know about all that.

I do know that even after you get your guts ripped open and it hurts to laugh or cough or pee, you’ll have endless strings of moments where you will laugh at your own fragility. 
And then it hurts to laugh so you try to stop laughing which makes your eyes start to water and you eventually start coughing and then you inevitably start laughing again at just the totally absurdity of the moment you find yourself in and couldn’t possibly love yourself more because even in your broken state you make yourself laugh because life is just THAT funny.

Being human is an absurdly beautiful thing. I hope you find yourself today around friends and family who make you laugh and feel love.

I hope that even in your broken moments you are able to find some space for laughter.
Not by looking on the bright side.
Instead by laughing at how f’ing wild and absurd and messy and miraculous it is to be alive.
To be the miracle that is YOU.
Even when it hurts.
I love you.
Happy Thanksgiving ❤️

Melissa McLaughlinComment