The few weeks before Thanksgiving had me in a spirit of unthanksgiving of the greatest magnitude I’ve felt in quite awhile. To my husband, I’m a sort of Pollyanna and when I’m struggling to give thanks, it gets ugly. Not ugly like it used to, but nevertheless there’s not a lot of “how yooouuu doin?” like Joey from Friends if that makes sense to you. I’m not light-hearted when I’m in pain, I’m not funny when I’m hurting and my usually optimistic perspective starts clouding over like fogged up glass and I start speaking words of defeat and rejection. Continue reading “Why I’m Not Thankful For Everything”
