As thanksgiving approaches, I read and hear what people are thankful for. In the past, I’ve always been thankful for the same things: my family, my health, my dog… This year, it’s a little different.
It’s no secret that life has not been easy for me. My past is an open book of which many of you have read and some of you (my parents, my sisters) know the gory details that even I wish I didn’t know. I’ve been dealt a tough hand that I didn’t deserve. I’ve been given debt I didn’t earn, abuse I didn’t ask for, pain I didn’t cause. I’ve been called names, humiliated in front of strangers and ridiculed by loved ones. My path has been filled with heartache, disappointment and letdowns. I’ve stood in line for food stamps, rolled pennies for gas and slept in a women’s abuse shelter. I’m only 36 but it seems I’ve lived a life of someone twice as old.
2012 has been a year of change. I began a relationship with Miles, expanded my business, traveled to new places and cut my hair off. People always tell me that I live the ideal “dream” life. I have a wonderful companion who adores me; I live in a beautiful brand new home, got to spend 2 weeks in Maui and I’m an athlete with ability in any sport I choose. I agree—I have the dream life. And I certainly have a lot to be thankful for.
But I’m thankful for something different this year, something that’s not what you think. This year, I know what really matters. My “perfect” life could all come crumbling down around me at any moment (as it has in the past) and I would still be fine. I could lose everything—the house, bikes, cars, trips, clothes, materialist things and it would be sad—yes—but it wouldn’t destroy me. Because I know what matters: RELATIONSHIPS.
What matters is to make sure every day I tell Miles how much I love and appreciate him.
What matters is to make sure my nieces know that Auntie Cristy is here if they need to talk.
What matters is laughing at my sister’s voicemails and telling my parents I love them.
I’ve also learn what really matters is how I treat others. If I’m walking down the road homeless and broke, I can still smile and be kind. That never changes regardless of my socioeconomic status. My actions towards others should reflect how I wish to be treated. What matters are small gestures of holding a door or smiling to a stranger. Do you think that old lady that I helped carry her groceries cares that I’m wearing Gucci boots? Nope. People remember how you make them feel.
We are all thankful for our materialistic possessions, health pets, etc… But if you were to lose any of those things, would you honestly still be thankful? I would hate for life to throw me another curve ball and test my theory once again. But if it does, I’ll be ready to roll with the punches. Because in the end, I know what really matters: my relationships and the impact I have on others.
And while saying grace this Thanksgiving, I’ll quietly thank God for my Gucci boots, too.
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