The adults’ answers (“good health” and “this family” were tied for #1) seemed vague and dull. Nobody bothered to elaborate much, and that was what I found disappointing. I’m a stickler for specificity and a sucker for statements peppered with colorful details.
I’ve been incredibly anxious these past few days, dealing with and dwelling on all I
to get done before this week’s holiday. But what’s calming me down, more effectively
than the Tension Tamer tea which has actually played a part in riling me up (don’t
have enough time or stamina to get into that one right now), is the memory of those
self-assured faces around that long-gone Thanksgiving table, when no one felt a
pressing need to focus their core concerns on anything (careers, errands,
bills, transportation-related inconveniences, grievances with acquaintances) beyond
“health and family.”
I’m in reasonably good health; although I wish more members of the clan were still living, I have my family; I have a set of other loved ones who have become an extension of my family; all of these people are currently in reasonably good health. Nothing else needs to be said, other than that the type of stress I’m presently feeling is a sign of great fortune.