The Art Of Being Thankful

As I stood down at the local Subway Shop earlier this week waiting to be served, I was able to overhear snippets of conversation between two twenty something young men sitting in a booth near me.  I cannot say I heard all of what they were commiserating about, but I was able to pick up enough to know that their issue was not of any real consequence. Solving it would not bring world peace.  What came to mind was a  favorite saying of an ex boss who said “there are only two rules in life.  The first is ‘don’t sweat the small stuff’.  The second is ‘it’s all small stuff’.

I do remember that they mutually concluded that “life sucks” while wolfing down their sandwiches.  I would have liked to have reminded them that “death sucks” too, but it wouldn’t have changed a thing.  Instead, it reminded me that the national day for giving thanks was and is drawing closer. 

I, for one, am not a big proponent of the day.  Don’t get me wrong.  I like it, but I think, just like Christmas, what it is intended for and what it has become are two different things.  I love the camaraderie it creates and the return to hearth and home.  I just hate that we have to have a day designated to remind us to do that.  One day to goad us into stopping long enough to give thanks for whatever we have received.  To many it symbolizes only a day off.  To some it truly means a bountiful meal, shared with those they love. And, to others, it can be a painful reminder of what they have lost.

For me, it has been a terrible year.  But even as I say that, I am frowning at myself.  That little voice of reason that is always there is saying “if that’s the way you  feel about 2019, you aren’t going to like 2020 either. It too will bring things to bear that will tear at our hearts and our reason.  It too will slip problems into our days and force us to find our way.  But, just like this year, it will reward us with the riches of friends and family.  It will anoint us with random acts of kindness.  It will provide us with more smiles, more laughter, and more love then we could have thought possible. And we will be the richer for it .

I don’t know what I am going to do this Thanksgiving.  I am fortunate to have inherited my wife’s family who have been there every time I needed them, offering their support and friendship.  I am fortunate to have my own family that check in on me to make sure I know they are there for me.   I am fortunate that I have friends and neighbors that will make sure I know I am not alone.  And, I am fortunate that I have a lifetime of memories to remind me how wonderful life can and has been. Whatever Thanksgiving brings, whatever next year reveals, no matter what my yesterdays and tomorrows may look like. I will be thankful.












About oldmainer

I am a retired manager living in Southern Maine and a would be writer of poetry, narratives, short stories, and random opinions, and that's how Oldmainer was born. Recently, I decided to try an experiment. I added photography to the mix, using only a cheap cell phone with a limited camera and the editing software that came with it, and added the blog site Inklings at to showcase the results. So, feel free to use whatever you find interesting or worthy, but please honor the terms of my copyright when and if you do. They may not be much, but they are still a piece of me. I appreciate your checking me out and hope that you find something that will encourage a return visit. Thanks for stopping by.
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2 Responses to The Art Of Being Thankful

  1. quiall says:

    I agree with you. We need to be thankful all the time. When I was a child we gave thanks at every meal. We also talked about why we were thankful.


  2. Anonymous says:

    Love this…and you…thinking of you always …And you are always welcome here…


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