‘Tis the Season
'Tis the season to be grateful, or so I'm reminding myself on a daily basis. I have wanted to write about the ridiculousness of the holiday "gift" season; how the incessant emails and ads, radio spots and come-on pleas to shop, Shop, SHOP are curbing any desire I had to spend, Spend, SPEND. In years past, when I've had far less tuppance to spend, I would feel badly that I couldn't buy what I wanted or give the kind of gifts that I wanted to give. In the more flush years, I've over-spent, buying gifts and trinkets for people that frankly, I'm not sure anyone needed or wanted. Does anyone really remember the gifts they received last year or from 10 years ago? Do you even know where they are if indeed, you still have any of those things? Probably not. The American push to "help" the economy by shopping seems so out of line with values that we should be practicing. I know that spending money helps to keep the wheels of commerce moving, keeps shops open and people gainfully employed. However, it does seem as though "value" has become a thing of Christmas past. Inexpensive goods, non-stop discounts and cyber-Monday specials have cheapened our ideas of retail value. Its' also cheapened the true spirit of giving. It's easy to say we should be grateful for what we have, for the people in our lives, for the homes in which we live and the clothes on our backs. Many of us have more than we will ever truly need. It's far more difficult to put our gratitude into practice. Think about it for a minute and allow yourself to be grateful. Hard to do, isn't it?
Yesterday, I was out and about during my lunch break, running a few errands and taking photos along the way. I was in a good mood, having just found a cool new cache of street art. As I debated about price checking on a gift for a friend, I decided to head into the busy shopping area of Walnut Street. I crossed the street, in between stopped traffic and got hit by a car. Long story short, I couldn't quite scoot out of the car's way; I took a hit to the lower right calf, and was bumped up into the air and landed on my ass. It looked as though I did one of those classic slipped-on a-banana-peel-pratfalls. I was embarrassed and shaken up, bruised and sore, but over-all okay. Witnesses stepped forward and the police were called, but they never showed up. After about 15 or 20 minutes, the driver said he, "had to leave". I was too shook up to know what to do other than to take his basic info. I limped slowly back to my office and called it a day. I am very grateful that I wasn't seriously hurt and am eternally grateful that all that happened is that I am sore today. Having been in a few bicycle accidents, I know all too well how it feels to be hit by a car and have more serious injuries. After I picked myself up and settled down, my first thought was how much I hate the holidays, specifically the shopping and the rushing around. It's not the holidays I hate, it's the commercial guilt that pushes us to feel as though we are less than if we aren't buying and giving things to each other. I have no real injury. No "thing" was broken, not my camera or phone, or any other object I had with me. If ever doubted the presence of Guardian Angels, they just announced themselves to me. Either I have a minyan of angels who lifted me out of harm's way, or I truly am a cat with the proverbial nine lives. I may be working on life number 7 by now. For this I AM Grateful.
I am grateful that my family's Christmas is not about the gifts or spending money (that a lot of us don't have) or fulfilling obligations that are burdens instead of joys. I am grateful that I have a loving extended family, a clear sense of self and purpose and I am grateful that I am alive. No email blast, circular special or Old Navy discount can give you this kind of peace of mind.