It’s disingenuous for someone who lives a fabulous life to not express appreciation for the fabulous life we lead.  Yadda, yadda, yadda. Yes. I’m thankful. Yes, I have a fabulous life. Yes, it’s fabulous to be me.

Year after year, bloggers write introspective posts about the gifts they enjoy and say thanks to those who bestow those gifts on them. It can get awfully damn sappy. 

Some, like,  Jeff Gamso , write about how our personal opportunity to express thanks fits into the greater scheme of life and death.

Amidst death there is life.  Amidst loss, comes a glimmer of hope.

We mourn what we must and rejoice when we may.

And these times, the best and worst of times as Dickens said of the days of the French Revolution but really it could have been of any time because they’re all the best and worst.

These times, we rely on each other.  For strength, for courage, for wisdom, for patience.

Sometimes the need is professional. Sometimes personal.

Thanks doesn’t really cover it, but thanks is what we have to give.

To friends I’ve met and those I haven’t.  To clients.  To the deserving and the un.  To my colleagues in the blawgosphere.  To friends and family.  To those faithful few who actually read what I write.

Thank you.

Ditto. I’ve left the best parts of Jeff’s post out, so you have to go to his blawg to read them.

Yes, I’m thankful.  I appreciate that anyone comes to read what I write. If I am able to influence anyone making a decision about another human being, I’m thankful for the opportunity.  But I really don’t want to get all sappy about this, and when the motivation is based on a secular holiday that commands us to be sappy, it smacks of insincerity.  No, I’m not insincere, nor do I think anybody else is, but it still seems forced. 

So thank you all. Go eat turkey and be thankful you don’t have to go to Cherry Hill, New Jersey, because you got outmaneuvered on the situs of dinner by someone more manipulative than you.  Remember that no matter how miserable you are, there are plenty of people who are more miserable than you. That’s about as sappy as I can muster today.  I hope this fulfills my Thanksgiving obligation.