Remember when all the chatter leading up to Thanksgiving was about surviving our family? Remember how we'd prepare to be triggered, practice patience with our intolerant kin, and laugh about sitting at the kids' table to avoid talking politics?
Or maybe entering holiday season brings with it a sense of melancholy and loneliness for you, and now it's hard to tell the difference between the holidays and the rest of the year in a pandemic.
Or perhaps you remember getting excited to see everyone, related or not, gathered around a table hoping the turkey isn't dried out, and the thought of not seeing your people this year is killing you.
Maybe you're having a hard time deciding what's the right thing to do.
I am with you in ALL of this.
Even as I write this, I'm not exactly sure what Goulding Thanksgiving will look like this year, and that makes me sad. Yesterday I came across...