I feel like I should start this by stating that I am not American.
In fact, I am a die-hard Canadian. I LOVE Tim Hortons and will only drink tea from that franchise. I say “eh” at the end of most sentences. I have a very strong love-hate relationship with winter, but deep down I know I would miss the snow if it was ever gone. And even though I don’t sing the national anthem at the start of everyday like I did in public school I can still recite every word on the spot.
And since I am a Canadian, I obviously celebrated Thanksgiving in October. However, I know a lot of American’s and follow several on social media (also I don’t live under a rock) so I am well aware that in the United States Thanksgiving was/is celebrated this weekend. And even though I am not American, and won’t for a minute pretend to be, it still reminded me to sit back, take a deep breath and appreciate everything this world has to offer me.
It is very easy for me to get stuck in my own head and to start drowning in everything that’s going wrong in my life.
For example, last week I had to write 4 essays for university. One of which was 2500 words, worth 30% of my final grade, and made absolutely no sense. I kid you not, for 3 days I sat at my desk with tears running down my face in complete frustration, because I could not make a dent on an assignment that was so essential to my education. I mean how am I suppose to get a degree if I can’t even pick a topic?
During those three torturous days I called myself every name in the book. I completely diminished my own self worth. I contemplated giving up on everything that I had already worked so hard for.
I can honestly tell you that I lost sight of everything good in my life and the only thing that I could see and the only thing that I could focus on was this thick, heavy, dark fog of failure that was consuming me.
But regardless all four essays are handed in and the light at the end of the tunnel has been made visible again.
Now back to the point of this post, I am not American but somehow American’s gave me the perspective that I desperately needed this week after the week I had last week.
So today, and every other day even when I don’t acknowledge it or even necessarily see it, I am thankful for my family. And I am talking about those connected by blood, and the special few that I got to pick out myself. I am so unbelievably thankful for the group of people that stands behind me and supports me even when I am at my darkest. But more importantly I am thankful that they are the same people who celebrate me when times get good again.
I am thankful that I was given the chance to get a better education. There have been several occasions where I have wanted to throw in the towel and call it quits. There have been so many assignments that have caused me to cry, and scream, and throw things. And there have been a handful of marks that I will never repeat to the public. But, even when university is challenging me, I know that it is making me better. And I know that not everyone is given the chance to attend university. So even when I absolutely hate it, I am thankful for school.
I am thankful for all my fur babies. Both my puppies and my horse. Without any words these furry little creatures can turn any day into a good day.
I am thankful for all of the opportunities that I have been given in life because I know that I am fortunate and lucky to live the life that I do, even on the days when the only thing I do is hide away from the world under my covers.
So thank you, to the United States, for celebrating Thanksgiving in November and giving me the chance to realize that the world is so much bigger then one essay or one bad grade. Thank you for giving me the chance to remember all of the things that I am lucky to have and experience. Thank you for forcing me to take a minute to acknowledge all the good and get rid of all of the bad that has been consuming my life for the last couple of days.
I am a die-hard Canadian and today I am thankful, even though it is not my thanksgiving.