Thanksgiving, the annual event where family and friends gather to celebrate all that is good. It is a time to reflect on the experiences of the past year, being grateful for what we have received. “How lucky are we.” It is also a lonely time for those feeling not so lucky. This year, I have struggled and found myself questioning the meaning of the holiday.

For those in my close circle, life has been overshadowed by job loss, poor health, vanished love, and more death. All things no one wants to celebrate. And we are not a whoa-is-me clan. We rally, kick off the mud, and carry on. It just leaves us tired. And that shows hard this year. So, pulling out all my positive mantras and ‘happy camper’ attitudes, I challenged my summarization that this was a crappy year.

I have enjoyed family from afar that have come to visit us, filling my mind with new memories of laughter shared.

I am blessed to have travelled to Ireland with my daughter, husband and my son’s spirit. What an incredible trip that will always fill my heart with the joy of the experience of such a beautiful place. A bonus was my sweet friend, and her family joined to guide us through their homeland. And we all came back safe. Big thanks to Payton for making it happen.

I relished in my annual traditions. Going to Canmore, the Stampede, Mameo and summer drinks on roof top patios. I even enjoyed our tiny deck more this year, ensuring that cocktails became a daily pleasure in the afternoon sun.

Even alongside the tough moments, there have been glimmers of gratitude. Visits with a close friend who has a brain tumor; he continues to share his sense of humor with us, always managing to make us feel loved.  My ‘bonus kids’ inviting us to happy celebrations and calling on me for support in rough times. How lucky am I to be able to be there for them. And they for me. Blessings sometime come wrapped up in the strength of connection to face adversity.

Attitudes of how we view life are empowering. It is the only control we have; the decision how we choose to look at what we are dealt with. The good, the bad and the ugly. Challenging times can dominate the better times, and we tend to wallow in a pool of self-claimed pity. It leads us away from the high vibrancy level we need to be our best for those here and those on the other realm. While I believe in having a deserving minute to pout…staying there is not an option for good health.  

Perhaps that is my Thanksgiving lesson. Knowing that each moment is its own, I must live each moment, regardless of its content, accepting that the next moment will be different.  Although this year has brought big sadness and new concerns, if I choose to thrive in the moments of Thanksgiving that were also served this year, I will find the strength I need.

May each of you hold close to the people and things that bring you peace, that give you joy. And may you receive blessings that remind you, even in our dark days, there are bright moments. Hang tight to those.