This Thanksgiving I wanted to try something new, other than Tofurkey, because – ew. Instead of paying homage to my family, friends, health, and inconvenient HMO plan, I have decided to reflect on what has been a central theme for my life this year: perspective.
As is typical in any given year, month, week, day, moment, we are in a constant state of change. On a very superficial level, my life in January was remarkably different from my life now. In the most obvious regards my living situation, job, and relationships have changed to a point I would not have surmised at the start of the calendar year. However what has remained constant is my perspective on these changes which has afforded me ease and comfort.
When I was younger I wanted to grow up – I know, how terribly unremarkable. I am not sure if it is because I turned 25 and there are no longer age based restrictions, (suck on that, car rentals), or if I simply just no longer want to grow up, but I have become very accustomed to the idea of appreciating the moment. All of the adjustments that I have made this year have further reinforced these feelings.
When I left my apartment in May I could have lamented on all of the things that would never be the same. Instead, I took a moment to appreciate that I had two years to enjoy the area in which I had lived and recognize that there will be things about my new location that I will one day miss when things inevitably change, again.
This practice continued yesterday as I went on a pre-turkey trot with my dad. I remembered all of the times that he and I had trained together when I was living at home. I loved those shared moments and going on a run was a good reminder of that time. While I did succumb to a moment of nostalgia, I focused on how grateful I was that he and I had the opportunity to build memories in the past and could return to them by simply picking up on a tradition.
In an even larger scope, when I was making a decision to quit my past job I was paralyzed by the thought of “things never being the same.” I had faced these feelings before when I quit previous jobs so it was slightly easier to overcome. All the same on my last day I was revisited by familiar feelings and doubts as I said goodbyes to my colleagues with whom I had shared my life for the previous year and a half. However leaving my jobs has helped me realize in a very obvious way that holding on to moments is not always the best way to appreciate them.
My job history, social history, and personal history are carried with me every day. I could revert to a cliche and say that I am grateful for these moments because they have taken me to exactly where I am now, but I think this “I am grateful for” segment runs a bit deeper. From my experiences, I am grateful yesterday and every day and I have been granted the perspective to appreciate moments. This appreciation has helped me move forward to open myself up to new and amazing experiences. Had I held tight to the fear of change, I could have missed out on enjoying my afternoon today, writing about these esoteric feelings in the crisp air with a warm cup of tea. Am I exactly where I want to be? I would say yes. Because there are so many delicious moments about today that I may never get to experience again, so I want to enjoy them for exactly what they are.
And of course I must tie this in to a card! It’s a day late and I am sure that the self-resentment from that third piece of pumpkin pie is starting to take hold, but I wanted to share this creation nonetheless. Instead of a traditional feel, I wanted to portray how I view my Thanksgiving: a self-proclaimed foodie experience surrounded in the golden wishes of a happy and healthy day. A touch of glittered whipped cream and golden, crisped crust, who couldn’t resist?