For some reason, it’s very easy to forget to be thankful during the holiday season. Blame it on running around trying to find the perfect gifts or planning dinner parties or gift exchanges. Blame it on Obama or on global warming. It doesn’t really matter what you blame it on.
What matters is that you stop.
Stop and make a conscious effort to be thankful. Take a deep breath before you start yelling at the kids or your husband or the annoying person in front of you on line. Take a deep breath and think about the things you’re grateful for instead of focusing on the other crap.
I’m trying to make it my mission to stop and take a picture of something I’m grateful for every day this month (I’ve been sharing them on Instagram if you want to follow along). My hope is to put together a little photobook at the end of the month that’s filled with all of the things I have to be thankful for. Yeah, it’s sounds hokey. I know it does. But my hope is that the next time I’m feeling particularly grumpy or overwhelmed I can stop and flip through my little book of all of the things I’m grateful for instead of screaming my brains out and/or eating my way through a bag of chocolate.
Here’s what I have so far:
11/1: #grateful for nightly bedtime stories and snuggles with my babies
11/2: #grateful for movie nights with my favorite girls
11/3: #grateful for creative, strong-willed little girls… even when they drive me crazy
11/4: #grateful for my handsome husband who worked late but still came home and made me breakfast for dinner
If you want to join me, I’ll be looking for your grateful posts on Instagram! If you’re interested in being included in a Thanksgiving roundup that’s brimming with thankfulness make sure to tag me in your picture (@cuddlesandchaos) or email it to me!
PS I couldn’t find the source of the quote at the top, but if you know who created it please let me know so that I can link back and give proper credit!
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Hi! I'm Jen, a freelance writer and girl mom who loves reading the newest children’s books as much as I love a good psychological thriller. I believe fiercely in the power of kindness, empathy, and really good quality chocolate. When I'm not knee-deep in glittery crafts and girl talk, you can probably find me sprawled out on my couch in the middle of a Netflix marathon with dark chocolate smeared on my face. The struggle is real. 
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