For the past 13 years, I hosted thanksgiving at my then home. It was a lot of fun; the cooking, prepping, anticipation and then my beloved friends. -a little stressful too-This year was different. As I started my journey as an unmarried person, I could no longer host. I had many awesome invitations and felt really happy and honoured, but I chose to spend the evening with Drew, the pup, instead of joining my friends.Thanksgiving this year started out with a very heartwarming experience. My friends invited me along to volunteer at Meals-on-wheels. in San Francisco, to deliver extremely professional and coordinated meals throughout San Francisco for those who are “us” in the future: the elderly, but who have few means and most often live alone and cannot cook for themselves. Although this organization works year round, the efforts to bring them a bit of joy and a turkey meal on this so special Thanksgiving day in America, are quadrupled.
I was in awe seeing how many families and kids volunteered. Then, there was taking the meals to these people, which was humbling. I had mixed feelings of joy, sadness and extreme empathy, which made any problem I might be having, ridiculous. I was so grateful to be of service and be able to compare my life to theirs and think; this could be me, and it can. Take a wrong turn and you end up in dire straits. Luckily this organization is here for them and us.
So, I decided that I needed to stay home after the amazing volunteering experience. Not as alone as the disadvantaged elderly, because I chose it and they didn’t. I needed the time to reflect (and cuddle with Drew). A time to pause and be grateful without the noise. I hope I didn’t offend anyone for turning down their offers which were truly appreciated, but it’s good to pause and think about how good we have it.
And here I am, now, quietly putting my thoughts down, and being very grateful, again, for being so privileged and having so many good friends and family because I am not alone in reality.
Life is good to me.