It’s Thanksgiving tomorrow here in the U.S., and in keeping with the season I’ve been thinking sappily thankful thoughts.
But of all the many things I’m thankful for, one keeps bubbling to the surface: my village. Little by little I’ve found myself surrounded, online and offline, by an array of friends and colleagues that I talk to even more than I talk to the people I’m actually related to (and I talk to my blood relatives almost every day). And I’ve come to realize that it takes a village to keep a village going. Some days it’s my turn to give… offering hugs and jokes and whatever it takes to support and lift the spirits of those I care about. Other days, the community is strong for me, letting me mope or cry at them in person or online and generally letting me know that they care, that they’re there for me, and that I’d get through everything I have to get through.
It’s a good thing we aren’t all down at the same time.
It’s also a good thing I don’t write sappy posts all the time. :)