On the 1st of November we begin our annual tradition - creating a month filled to overflowing with daily thanks. No this isn't like the movie Groundhog Day where you find yourself living the same day, in this case Thanksgiving, over and over again.
This is a tradition that will spark within you and your family the opportunity to shift your perspective about the smallest of gestures, the simplest of actions....and will ultimately have the power to transform every day into Thanksgiving Day.
“Gratitude unlocks the fullness of life. It turns what we have into enough, and more. It turns denial into acceptance, chaos into order, confusion into clarity. It turns problems into gifts, failures into success, the unexpected into perfect timing, and mistakes into important events. Gratitude makes sense of our past, brings peace for today and creates a vision for tomorrow.” Melodie Beattie
As of November 1st of every year, everyone who sets foot in our home has the opportunity to share a gratitude - large or small. A simple bowl and small scraps of paper allow everyone to jot down a quick thanks. A token of the many overlooked and under-appreciated simple pleasures that we take for granted each and every moment.
Why postpone the thanks and cram it all into one day?!
Instead we choose to spend the ENTIRE month of November lavishing gratitude on those around us.
On Thanksgiving Day, we pass the gratitude bowl around our table. Everyone pulls a thankful note and reads aloud the anonymous gratitudes we've gathered throughout the days of November. This has become one of our favorite and most cherished traditions!
This year I've chosen to let the gratitude swell behind our home and our small bowl. Each day I will post a gratitude to my Facebook status. I’m eager to watch the thankfulness I share grow and thrive.
Will you join me?
Post a single gratitude a day as your Facebook status…perhaps it will shift the direction of someone else’s post towards thankfulness. Gratitude is contagious!
"Let us be grateful to people who make us happy; they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom." Marcel Proust