I tried to count my blessings earlier today. I lost count after about 57 280.
That makes this day, which has been officially reserved for “thanksgiving”, a good time to pause, take a step back, let it all sink in, and just marvel at everything. There are 364 days left in the year to want more, wish for bigger and better, regret missed opportunities, and hurt from the losses we all are bound to suffer. And lord knows I do enough of that.
But I’m a girl who wakes up every morning in a warm bed not even bothering to think about survival, because I always know there are cupboards full of food to be consumed, a tap with a neverending supply of water, and a safe neighbourhood waiting for me outside. I wouldn’t even recognize the sound of a gunshot, because I’ve never heard one in my life.
I’m a girl who has the kind of sacred freedom that allows one to pursue the higher good, soul-search, and recognize the beauty intertwined in the struggle.
I’m a girl who never has to wonder where I’m going to find a hug, a word of encouragement, or a shoulder to cry on when I’m having a rough day. I have parents whose love, help, and generosity knows no bounds. I have a sister who has never wavered in her loyalty, never not had enough time for me, and never turned down a coffee date. I have a boyfriend who always knows exactly what I need…whether it’s a long drive, a night in watching “say yes to the dress”, or a Starbucks tea and a good conversation. And I have incredible, genuine friends who are there every step of the way with me to celebrate life’s successes, survive life’s challenges, and enjoy the adventure along the way.
I’m a girl who’s made the mistake, particularly recently, of complaining that there are not enough opportunities for me out there today. But I’ve had opportunities most people only get to dream about. I have an education, which has afforded me exposure to multiple points of view on life, and the luxury of choosing the one that speaks to me the most. I’ve had the opportunity to travel to beautiful places. I’ve sunbathed on beaches in Florida, stood on the outlook of the Eiffel Tower, stared out the window watching the rolling hills of Italy pass by on an overnight train, and even wandered aimlessly through the simple streets of Saskatoon, Saskatchewan, marveling at its unexpected beauty without a care in the world. I have the opportunity every day to carve out a path in an endless landscape, with the resources to do very nearly anything that speaks to me.
I’m a girl who’s been given the gift of music in her life, along with the priceless realization that its value has absolutely nothing to do with fame and fortune, and everything to do with its ability to induce joy, laughter, connection and peace. I’ve been given a voice, a stage, instruments, selflessly talented musicians, and an incredibly supportive audience with whom to share in its beauty.
And yes… I’m a girl who’s practically got the entire world at her fingertips. I’ve got “stuff” coming out of my ears: more clothes, books, furniture, and accessories than one could ever possibly need in a lifetime. I’m grateful for that. But what’s most meaningful is recognizing the profound beauty hidden within each day...no matter what week, month or year it is, what I’ve gained or lost, what has happened, or what may happen in the future. Because on this day, I will experience exactly what I need to in order to learn to be grateful for all that I have.
So today, I would like to say a simple “thank you”, to each and every one of you who are reading this, to those who aren’t, and to life itself… and acknowledge that when I step back from the constant stream of activity, information and even drama that pulls us along through each day… I notice. It’s not as often as it should be, not as enduring or as joyful…but it happens. I recognize what has been given to me. I notice how perfect it is, even though the perfection of the whole may not be convenient for my small self all the time. And sometimes, though far too rarely, I experience those moments of silent wonder at how lucky I am.
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