Lost Your Turkey Coma Yet?

Happy Saturday, readers! For those of you who celebrated Thanksgiving in the states this week, I wondered if you lost your turkey coma yet? You know what I mean. That pleasant combination of exhaustion induced by the combination of tryptophan and a mad rush to visit every living relative/friend/neighbor/acquaintance/second cousin of your brother’s college roommate… You get the idea.

I myself, am still suffering from both of the above, but add that the list is the sleep-deprivation brought on by my insane need to go shopping at midnight yesterday. Though my lovely husband did take kid duty while I slept until ten (awesome isn’t he?) the after-effects have left me a little worse for wear.

For many of us, we try to cram all of these things in on Thanksgiving, not just in search of as much delicious food as possible (or in my case delicious buys), but because we search for the “Perfect Thanksgiving”. The one where everything goes exactly to plan and everyone looks loving around the table at one another sharing cherished memories of the year that’s almost past. Then you spend (or don’t spend) hours in the malls and stores together looking at the decorations while other shoppers smile at you and politely let you pass. Yeah, right!

Well, I can’t tell you that I’ve ever experienced a holiday like that. If you have, I encourage you to leave a comment below telling me what book you read it in! The “perfect” that many of us strive for is as illusive as a low-calorie Thanksgiving dinner, Tofu Turkey non-withstanding. “Perfect” is the dream, but often, we spend so much time searching for it, that we rarely look around and appreciate what we have. Even if what we have is a room full of passed out family members after a big meal.

So that, friends, is my wish for you. When you finally shed that turkey coma, then get up and begin to think clearly again (allowing two days for leftovers of course), live in the present. Don’t think of how things “should be” or “could be”, but instead, let’s appreciate our lives for what they are.