It’s Thanksgiving again. Too many pies have been made. Two chocolate, an apple, a pumpkin, a sweet potato, 2 pecan pies, and 2 zucchini breads. This morning is going to be full of cooking, the mashed potatoes, the stuffing, the mac and cheese… None of it is complicated. We cheated and bought smoked turkey again, so we are just warming it up. The recipes are simple; it’s the logistics of serving everything still warm that are complicated.
It’s only the family this year. Kid 1 picked up a part-time job at a dental practice. They are critically short-staffed, and she is helping them get through the holidays. We are trying to minimize her exposure, so no friends.
It’s traditional to reflect on life during this holiday and count your blessings. These last couple of years really wore me down. I feel like I’ve aged. I feel threadbare sometimes. There were times I wanted to quit writing this year. Not just authoring – I want to quit that all the time – but actual writing. There is no way to sugarcoat it. The last two years pummeled everyone.
I don’t have any wisdom to offer this Thanksgiving. I have a strong suspicion that I become dumber every year. Or maybe the world just gets bigger, and with each year my little corner of it feels smaller. So no profound insights. Instead, from me to you, here is a digital slice of pie.
Sometimes you just need a minute to catch your breath. Sometimes you have to gird your loins and visit people you would rather not see. Sometimes your pies are ugly and your turkey is dry.
I wish you resilience and comfort this holiday. I wish you the feeling of safety, the warmth of friendship and family, the one you were born into or the one you found, and the simple joys that come from the little indulgence like a slice of pie and a cup of your favorite coffee or tea.
We could all use some joy.