Thankfulness

This time last year, I made the bold announcement that I would try to be more generous in my thankfulness while also being more sincere. I am really bad at this. Instead, it seems I’ve gained the moniker “Ruthless Dictator.”

Is there such a thing as a Thankful Dictator?

Sincerely, between you and me, I’ve figured out I don’t feel very nice when I don’t get my own way. It can, at times, make me feel downright hateful: as though the lumpish dark coal that is my heart-center is squeezing the bile out of my liver which flows around the far corners of the world.

Ah, thankfulness! Surely something I can continue to work on, like flexibility and actual “sweetness” beyond the cloying stuff I often fake.

I’ll have to pick up another Tofurkey if I have more thankfulness around here! (The first one marinated in orange juice and soy sauce was really quite good.)