being thankful

This was not my favorite week by far. Every day seemed to bring a new awful surprise or annoyance. When a woman rudely pushed past me to get off an elevator the other day, I almost broke down and cried. It was a stupid, meaningless thing but the week had done me in at that point. And then I read yet another article about Japan and quickly gained some perspective. When truly horrific things are happening in the world, it feels self-indulgent to mourn your own trivial problems. But real tragedy can also remind you to be thankful for what you have, to pull your loved ones close, to get over whatever small thing is bothering you, to give your money and time. This weekend, I'm planning to sit around a table with friends and drink and eat and appreciate their company and the luck of living where I do, when I do. And be very, very grateful for that. I hope you'll do the same.