Thoughts on Christmas 2012...
December 18, 2012Christmas – the holiday season – is a moody time. Experts attribute this to the ever-shrinking amount of daylight as we approach the winter solstice (the “winter blues”); the tension surrounding gatherings of extended family (“If Uncle Mike’s going to be there, then I won’t be”); the financial pressure of gift giving and receiving (“I’ve created my own personal fiscal cliff when those credit cards come due in January”). Whatever the reason, those six weeks between Thanksgiving and the New Year can be tough. This week’s tragic and senseless shooting in Connecticut adds another layer of confusion, anger, and sorrow to the nation’s collective mood. I’ve been thinking about this lately and yesterday a few things hit me right in the face, and I thought I’d share them with you. Today I woke up:
- In a house where the furnace automatically turns on 30 minutes before I wake up, so the house is nice and warm when I drag my fanny out of bed; with indoor plumbing that dispenses on demand hot and cold water; with a closet full of clothes (even though I look like I wear the same thing almost every day); and a refrigerator full of food. These facts alone make me better off than the vast majority of people on the planet.
- Next to a beautiful wife who looks better today than the day we met 34 years ago and who loves me in spite of my moods; and comforted in the knowledge that together we raised two sons who are not only self-sufficient, caring and compassionate members of the human race, but who also were lucky enough to find partners who add to our family’s blessings.
- And went to work at an organization dedicated to helping its member societies get better at fulfilling their missions of securing families’ financial futures and improving the communities in which their members live and work; where I am surrounded by an incredibly dedicated staff who put the organization’s interest before their own and who understand, appreciate and respect a boss who loves chocolate as much as they do; and that provides me with the financial resources to support my family and help a few others along the way.
- And relished the memories of being born into one of wackiest and most wonderful families in history that continually supplies me with enough stories to fill the gaps in any conversation.
- Thankful for one more day of sobriety – heading towards 24 years now – on which all the good things in my life have been built and living proof that miracles can happen.