This isn't going to be a typical Thanksgiving post full of positivity-lite and generic gratitude.
Ironic, because I find myself in a place in my life where I have never been more happy. Or more grateful. And I could easily write a piece on how beautiful my life is and how thankful I am for that. To which you could roll your eyes. Or burn with jealousy. Or give me a standing ovation.
And I honestly don't think it would do either of us any good.
So, I thought about what I'd really like to share with you. What gratitude really means to me. And what giving thanks actually looks like in my life.
It's easy to be thankful for the "good stuff." A loving and kind man. Healthy kids. Career success. Strong body. Great friends. Beautiful home.
It's easy to be thankful for the "simple stuff." A hot cup of coffee. Warm fuzzy socks. The song of the black bird outside my window. Amazon Prime.Read More