Thanksgiving. You can hear the leaves crunching beneath your feet at the very mention of the name, can’t you? Maybe smell the fragrance of cranberry sauce, feel the crispness of the autumnal air as it tickles your cheeks? There’s so much in the name of “Thanksgiving.”
Even so, I’m sure a companion to all these cozy thoughts are also considerations of cleaning the house for guests, babysitting the turkey to ensure it isn’t burning, sitting through unpleasant political conversations with distant relatives. Perhaps you’re more laid-back, and the stress of the holidays doesn’t get to you like it does to me. Or maybe you’re haunted by loneliness during this season. Maybe you’re perfectly content with a time of dinning and sleeping for too long.
I hope and I pray that your time is filled with warm traditions and the embrace of comfort, but I realize that for many of us, it may not be. Somehow, each year, the holidays are simultaneously delightful and stressful. While I can’t speak to your situation, sister, I can speak for the crippling stress I put myself through each year during the holidays.
Thanksgiving is largely marketed as a time for family, a time to truly set aside our own preferences and yield ourselves to one another. Sometimes this entails traveling for several days to see family members or friend you haven’t seen in a while. Other times this means opening your home up to you neighbors so they can have a welcoming refuge from a cold and intense world. However you choose to feel about this holiday, I think we can all recognize that there is more for us than stuffing our faces, being weary and stressed over table-settings, and watching an afternoon of football.