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SHARING THANKSGIVING

It's the Sunday after Thanksgiving and like most American's and people who have just simply adopted this wonderful holiday, i spent my Thanksgiving and actually days before planning what food i wanted to share with the people i would spend the day with.
I was excited to go to the grocery store and scour the shelves for the necessary ingredients needed to create my contribution to the table. As I walked down each aisle, I was greeted with knowing smiles, confident winks or the occassional "OMG WHAT HAVE I GOTTEN MYSELF INTO!"

This day is my most favorite holiday! Why? Because on this day everyone makes a concentrated, sometimes extremely planned effort to show up. People decide on this day to share, to forgive, to open up their homes to strangers or loved ones that they have not connected with in years. People show up!

I know some of you are thinking, " how about the people who show up and show out?", Well, all I can say to that is, that person is still showing up.

Thanksgiving is not only a day of being thankful for what you have or the people in your life. It is a day of sharing and not just space and food. So, as you open up your leftover filled Tupperware, think of what you shared and/or what was shared with you. How good did you feel after this day? Did you get to do something brave and bold? Did you get to bless somebody or were you blessed?

So I sit here on Sunday getting ready for the work week, I feel a little lighter for sharing and full for the blessing my life is. Oh, and YES, I am thankful for it all.

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