“I got a pie! A cherry pie. I picked it up from Safeway, so I just plan to have that and call it a day,” I reported.
We had just gone around the room sharing our Thanksgiving plans and I was boasting about my plan to be happily complacent this year. I didn’t have much of a Thanksgiving last year and wasn’t really planning for anything special this year either. I decided that while the world gathered around a table, I’d nestle myself at my desk and get productive on some photo project. The reminder that my website will be hitting a 7-year milestone occurred to me and gave me something to look forward to, but I still forgot when the day came.
“I don’t know. I might change my mind and get a turkey later,” I added, feeling a little undersupplied among everyone’s “festive” plans. The next day I’d see Turkey for sale at the store, gasp to my friend on the phone that it was only a dollar (it was a dollar per pound), complain that it’d be too heavy to carry and walk out with only the one-minute rice cup I came in for.
I woke up to silence on Thanksgiving day. I still didn’t crave a turkey but I did feel a longing for yesteryears. The world was in a different place and the ordinary thing to do has been to be accepting of the unordinary. The new normal as we like to call it. I found not to fidget too much in the new normal and it wouldn’t bother you as much.
I found not to fidget too much in the new normal, and it wouldn’t bother you as much.
“Looks yummy!” I texted back my friend who had been sharing pictures of his meals all day. He told me he had woken up early to make leches with his mom. And I imagined flour spilled on the marbles in his kitchen, the sound of blenders whirling around milk and eggs, and familial chatter over the noise.
Noise played in my head but silence surrounded me.
I saw a quote on Instagram that afternoon – Some are celebrating but many are mourning.
Many hearts are wounded, families apart, and minds are trying to find peace. I do not know what your Thanksgiving was like this year, but I hope you found a lot to be grateful for. I hope you found many moments to cherish. I hope you danced, screamed if you needed to, embraced a loved one or the sweet indulgences of a memory. I hope you did something that made you happy. And If your heart is broken, I do pray you find peace.
I never quite got into the photo project I had planned for the day. I had played music—which eventually broke through the silence—FaceTimed and blabbered on the phone, and by evening I was cozied up wrapped in a sigh of peace…
“There’s so much to be grateful for,” I said silently under my breath. I snuggled underneath my blanket eating my cherry pie and watching my favorite show.
“Thank God”
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