get-real gratitudes.

I'm typically unmoved by viral email messages, but this one provided some profound perspective. Bon appetit.

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I am thankful . . .

. . . for the wife who says it's pizza again tonight － because she is home with me and not out with someone else;

. . . for the husband who is on the sofa being a couch potato － because he is home with me and not out at the bars;

. . . for the teenager who is complaining about doing dishes － 
because it means she is at home, not out on the streets;

. . . for the taxes I pay － because it means I have a job;

. . . for the clothes that fit a little too snug － because it means I’ve got plenty to eat;

. . . for a lawn that needs mowing, windows that need cleaning and gutters that need fixing － because it means I have a home;

. . . for my huge power bill － because it means I am warm and safe;

. . . for the perpetual pile of laundry － 
because it means I have clothes to wear;

. . . for the parking spot I find at the farthest point of the parking lot － because it means I have transportation and can walk;

. . . for all the griping around me about the government － because it means we have freedom of speech;

. . . for my own exhaustion and aching body at the close of the day － because it means I’m capable of hard work; and

. . . for the alarm ringing to wake me too early － because it means I am alive.

Wishing you all a Thanksgiving full of abundance, connection and gratitude. :)