Yesterday was Thanksgiving and at a time like this, I couldn’t have been anymore excited to spend time with family and loved ones.
In light of this year’s many police brutality tragedies followed by the election day results, I think we can all agree that Thanksgiving ought to be a time to look forward to returning to an essential state of peace within ourselves. But while this day also serves as an actual holiday by the nation’s ‘silent majority’ (as Trump campaigners put it), I couldn’t help but dig back deep into the chasms of my brain and shake my head in dismay. Truth be told, the reality behind how Thanksgiving Day came about is yet another prime example of the white supremacy upon which the United States of America was built.
I have faith in my God for pulling us through. But still, I mourn.
Even on Thanksgiving I had mad tunnel vision that kept me from fully enjoying my family and it’s a shame. Choosing to focus the greater part of my energy on something so negative and totally out of my personal control is nobody’s fault but my own, although it’s hard to deny how easy social media and the such can sweep us up into a frenzy of equal truths with theories.
For more reasons than one, I wish I could do the day over. I woke up today with the realization that I let what should have served as a precious moment slip by me. I have this morning with my Nana, an auntie and some cousins. My sister is here with her husband and son, too, and I am full of gratitude. I want to look them in the eyes and smile at their jokes. I want to listen attentively to their stories and truly appreciate their presence and their life.
Last night I prayed before bed with the intentions of God refocusing my mind and giving me another chance. Sometimes we just have to let go and live presently, in the moment. It’s so necessary. Today I will enjoy the moment for what it is, and love my loved ones to the best of my ability. I will get out of my own head and be grateful. I hope you do the same. We owe it to ourselves.