Thanksgiving is less than a week away. This means that for the last few weeks the internet has been flooded with gratitude. Finally. It’s actually kind of nice to think that overnight we have come to realize that we really do have things we are grateful for.
Most are grateful for similar things, family and friends, a new job, good health, and there are always the realists who admit they are more than grateful for the new iPhone X, or the newest MAC lip color at Nordstrom. Some live for Black Friday sales and while us non-shoppers scratch our heads, we are all particular to our simple pleasures too. Me?
I’m just grateful I’m not a turkey.
It’s not rocket science, and I probably don’t need to get into the nitty-gritty, but let me enlighten you just for a moment.
I don’t want to be gobbling around the barnyard just to end up on the dinner table. A turkey goes though life without really knowing his outcome. I have things to do, and things to say. I guess I am just not done yet, and I want to live a long and purposeful life. I believe I can be in charge of my own decisions. Maybe not my destiny, but my journey…that’s up to me. I do know life can get in the way, and yet… that breathes the same point, doesn’t it?
I don’t like to be the center of attention…ever. A turkey is placed on the table at thanksgiving with all the oohs and ahhs we have all come to love. I get that. I just don’t need that. I prefer to walk gracefully through life knowing my own pedestal is in my heart. I don’t think you have to know how wonderful I am, wink, you just have to be lucky enough to let me show you how wonderful you are. I think life is more purposeful when it glances back at you for all the right reasons.
I don’t want to be described as lean and juicy OR dried up. I want to be defined through my character and I want to know the character of those who surround me. While I believe life is about the people you meet along the way, I still want to be able to stand on my own two feet in this journey. So… don’t assume I want to be paired with mashed potatoes, cranberries, or stuffing either. I am strong , I am smart, I am what I love…to me.
I don’t want a man walking around the house strutting his feathers. There is no room for show-offs and arrogance. Do the right thing because it is the right thing to do, and do what is nice because it’s the nice thing to do. That is all. Character matters.
I don’t want to be too chubby to fly. I like to travel and I almost always have another trip planned before the new trip is done, so to be comfortable in my own skin matters. Experience tells me to let health, laughter and integrity radiate from me. They make great travel partners too.
PS. I do know wild turkeys can fly.
It’s all in good fun and even more entertaining to find perspective in the irony of other things. The truth is there is only one thing I think we are unanimously grateful for. Everything in life is relative to that gift of time I always talk about. It captures memories, comforts grief, remembers loss, and cultivates the sentiment that we all embrace this week. Gratitude.
Thank you for the time you bless me with. Happiest of Thanksgivings.
Donna
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I love your word pictures, your unique way of seeing and explaining things! Reading your blog is among my favorite things to do each day. Thank you for your time! ❤
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Thank you so much Danese. I do love that you take time to read. This was fun to write.
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From the slang definition for turkey … meaning goofy or dummy… you most definitely do NOT qualify as a turkey from that point of view either. Donna, the insightful and loving philosophy your writings propose all exemplify your wisdom and intelligent approach to living life with purpose and happiness. Thank you, friend 💕
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Jane, humbled. Thank you for taking time to read. Not really sure how to respond . The story took on its own life and I almost didn’t post it, but it is who I am, so thank you again for your cherished comment. We are supposed to write from our heart, and while I do that, I don’t always hit publish. Lol. I’m learning…
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I’m inspired by the ones for which you do “hit publish.” In this crazy world, I find hope in learning how the world is functioning through the eyes and hearts of blogging pals. By following folks globally I believe my finger is often on a healthier pulse than by simply hearing about world events/ideas that are selected by news agencies.
Yes, Let’s keep learning….
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This was good for a laugh, and also poignant! First off, I’m glad you’re not a turkey as well, and secondly. . .
I’m grateful that my last year of blogging has lead to interacting with fantastic people like you. While I wouldn’t dare pair you with mashed potatoes, stuffing, or cranberries, I might pair you with joie de vivre, the scent of pine, and all-around authentic living.
Happy (almost) Thanksgiving!
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When I wrote this I was thinking, if Greg read this, he would probably enjoy it’s simplicity, and also laugh with me, so it made my day to know you did! Thank you!!! I agree, I have so loved my step into this blogging world for the same reasons. The connections with like-souls (and un-like souls) is refreshing, motivating and feels like an extended family. Like I said in another comment, I almost didn’t publish this, but I am glad I did. I’m learning…the only way to write is to write from the heart. Friends who know me in real life always say I write exactly how I am. Scary. lol.
PS. I had to look up joie de vivre. Spot on! Thank you again. You are loved.
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Poor turkey. Love your wanting the opposite of a turkey’s life. A lot of your points made me laugh!
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It was a fun one to write. Thanks.
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According to the latest statistics 10% of the UK population celebrate Thanksgiving. That’s 6.5 million people. I didn’t think that many Americans lived here.
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Maybe they just love great food. Smile. When we were in London a few weeks ago we wanted to make sure to do a traditional Sunday roast. I loved that we were in a British Pub and eating what felt like a Thanksgiving feast. It was amazing. 10 % does seem high though.
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