Turkey Day
Turkey day is upon us. In about twenty-four hours I will be eating myself into devastating oblivion and I can't wait.
Of course, this is the time of year where we supposedly bring our thankfulness to the forefront and let God or life or loved ones know that we're grateful...sometimes, simply acknowledging that things aren't as bad as they could be. Personally I have a few things I'm not too fuckin' thankful for, but I think that overall I have a huge bounty of stuff that I'm puttin' in the Thankful column.
Life is about bad and good, transition, change and chaos...it's sometimes no easy task to find the things we should be thankful for. But in the milelu that is our world you just have to step back and take in the beauty, orthodox, unorthodox, expected or unexpected, that is swirling and sweeping around us all.
For instance, as I drove into work today I was simply thankful to be alive...to be experiencing the moment as I drove down that city street towards my place of employment. The grumbly, gray overcast sky was lurking heavily above; drizzle was falling lazily so that you have to put your windshield wipers on that annoying interval setting. The streets were slick and the dark pavement had a lustery sheen that reflected the oddly vibrant street lights back into the air. The radio reported all the people, in record numbers, moving about the country for this holiday. The traffic and the pedestrians all seemed to glide about this backdrop as if programed into some sort of urban dance routine.
I found myself thinking about how energized the world seemed at that moment. The whole frenetic, chaotic conundrum was moving and pulsing with life...and I was thankful...at that moment, as my wipers moved in intervals that never seem set at the right speed, that I was a part it. A part of this big, bungling organism; a teeming, clumsy life force that was embroiled in it's own concerns, and I was a part of it.
Happy Fucking Thanskgiving!