every year, at this time, i sit around a table with my nearest and dearest and we recount the things we are most grateful for. i try to live in this spirit every day, but really, i just forget. all the time. like, ALL the time. why?? does it really take a plate of deep fried tofurkey steaming in my face to make me realize just how much i love my family, friends, and health insurance? whenever i'm down in the dumps, everyone's always telling me to adopt an attitude of gratitude and obviously they're right. my brother says we need to adopt an attitude of what we're not grateful for, and therein change it. i don't even know where to start in between the two of those. time for another plate of stuffing.
