November 26, 2006
This week was Thanksgiving week in the United States. I’m not a huge fan of Thanksgiving since I didn’t grow up celebrating it, but I’ve grown to appreciate its significance after having lived in the States for over 8 years now. (Holy crap! I didn’t know that it’sbeen THAT long already!)
I have a lot to be thankful for. My mummy, my sister, my bf, a good job, health, happiness, etc., etc. However, I rarely take the time to acknowledge what’s good in my life. I get overwhelmed by the small stuff that seems to clutter my mind on a daily basis. I worry about my future and how I’m ever going to save up enough money to buy my dream brownstone in Brooklyn and sweet pad in Diego. I worry about success and if I’ll ever achieve my version of it. I’m an excitable and ambitious person by nature (a wicked combination!), so I often think too far ahead of myself for my own good. I sometimes compare myself to my peers – the ones who are already married, already homeowners, already parents – and feel inadequate and intimidated by the pressure that I put on myself to have the things that they have, even if I don’t want them.
Looking at where I am today and taking stock of my achievements is a healthy habit that I’m yet to develop. I want to though. It’s just that, as I’ve written many times before, “life gets in the way.”
I now look to Thanksgiving, a celebration which brings the family together around the dinner table, to remember and reflect upon the things in my life that are totally awesome – like my apartment, living in the greatest city on earth, Trinidad Carnival, my family, a sweetheart of a bf, Trinidad and Tobago, super duper friends, Trinidad Junction, my health, Maracas beach, a good education, dance, etc. So although my family didn’t necessarily indulge in the excesses typically associated with the season, like a gigantic turkey and other fattening treats, we did come together this year to celebrate life, love and each other. It was a great week and I’m a little sad it’s over.
Tomorrow – it’s back to the grind for all of us.