You know, I think I have more trouble with this series of posts than with anything else I’ve written. Sometimes I’m having a bad week and the last thing I feel like is trawling through my days to go “um…that one muffin. that muffin I had on Wednesday was tasty. I’m thankful for that.” Sometimes I’m having an awesome week and don’t have the time to write the post at all. And sometimes there’s a week like this week—or even this weekend—where between the shootings in Norway and Amy Winehouse dying and the famine in Somalia it just seems really stupid and wilfully ignorant to go “rainbows! kittens! I’m thankful for sunshine!!”
Which is the entire point of these posts, of course. Just because there are several heart-rendingly awful events in the news right now doesn’t mean that there aren’t heart-rendingly awful events going on every week, or that until everything is solved and the world is full of sunshine we should all walk around with ashes on our heads waiting for someone to mention Amy Winehouse so we can bite their heads off for not mourning in the appropriate heirarchical order. Just because we are capable of being angry and upset and outraged—and should be angry and upset and outraged—doesn’t mean we can’t also get home and hug our families and dance to embarrassing music and take pleasure in small and silly things.
So that’s what I’m thankful for this week. I’m thankful for the little space of love and be-dog-furred carpets and bad pop music that is mine in this world, where I have the time and the freedom to sit back and say yep, the world is kind of a shitty place this weekend. I’m thankful for it anyway.