The highway of life can be fraught with breakneck speeding, traffic snarls and distracted drivers. We have to navigate through these potential perils to get to the place we’re trying to reach — both literally and figuratively.
Lamest. Metaphor. Ever.
See, what I was doing was trying to set the stage for the basic premise of my column — that we get so caught up with where we’re going in life, and what we need to do in order to get there, that we often take for granted the lush interior in our cars or the music that we’re singing to while driving.
I was then going to equate that little image with the fact that we often focus solely on life’s obstacles — so much so that we never truly appreciate all those good things that surround us on a day-to-day basis.
And that’s why I stopped. The metaphor was lame. I felt myself slipping into the deep abyss of utter lameness as I was typing the words, but I couldn’t help myself. It’s like the time I thought it would be a good idea to walk into a bar wearing purple silk hot pants and a matching mesh tank top with rhinestone sequins, but ...
But I digress.
What I was going for was the idea of all of us needing to just take a step back this week, take a breath and really understand what we’re thankful for — not just during the holidays, mind you, but in our lives in general. You know, those people or things in our lives that just make things a little sweeter, or a little more easy.
For instance, I’m thankful for this job. I have the opportunity every day to talk with fascinating and intelligent people in this community, and I get this little space in the paper every week to just get silly and fire off whatever’s in my mind. Actually, I’m thankful to have a job, period. Things are tough out there, and I’ve seen too many friends who work extremely hard get laid off or struggle to find work because of the economy.
I’m thankful for our local officials — both in municipalities and at the county level. Oh, we get on them when they make decisions we might not agree with, but they got into their respective positions because they wanted to make things better for the rest of us. If you agree with their stances or not, you have to be thankful that they put in the work and try.
I’m thankful for the Lyons family. I get the opportunity each and every day to work with the best publisher in the business, and her family has accepted me as one of their own over the years. I’m grateful for that. It’s a heck of a nice family.
And I’m thankful for my own family. I know where to turn when things get rough or I screw something up, and they always have my back. That’s not always there for a lot of people, and I’m thankful that it is for me.
I’m thankful for ribs. Love those things.
I’m thankful for the men and women who continue to serve both overseas and domestically. I know, I say that every year. But I am. They have risked everything you could possibly imagine to both serve our nation and protect those of us who call it home.
In that same vein, I’m thankful for firefighters, EMT personnel and police officers. They run into situations that the rest of us run away from, and their efforts save lives every single day. Thank you.
I’m thankful for all those people listed in that staff box to your right. Those advertising reps help promote local businesses, the artists help make those ads and photos look good and the reporters help to make me look smarter than I really am. And, Jaime McNamee, I think all of us here at the Coastal Point are thankful for you. This is your last paper with us, and we’re all grateful to you for your efforts, talent and dedication over the years. The best of luck to you and yours with the restaurant.
I’m thankful for my dogs, Bailey and Guinness. They can make me want to do horrible things to them from time to time, but they usually end up making me laugh far more often.
I’m thankful for crabcakes. Love those things.
And, Jamie, I’m thankful for you and your patience with this bald guy. I know it’s not always easy.