As the weather took a sharp turn this month, I’ve been asking myself the same question. Friday it was sunny and 54; Saturday it was snowing. Nebraska weather is never boring. One day you can be in shorts and flip-flops and the next you’ll need a winter coat.
So why do I live where the air hurts my face? The week of Thanksgiving seems like the right time to share my answer.
I live in a place where there are four, beautiful, colorful, seasons…sometimes in the course of one week.
I live in a place with wide open prairies and Sandhills and rock formations and forests and rivers and lakes.
I live in a place where you can stand under a waterfall while you tube down the river or cross country ski for miles.
I live in a place where people are kind. Strangers hold doors open and compliment your boots and smile at you and say thank you.
I live in a place with small towns and big cities. Urban, suburban, and rural.
I live with family and friends and neighbors and colleagues.
I live with people who care about me and people for whom I would do anything.
And so do you.
I’m grateful for my family. And my friends.
I’m grateful for my aunt who came to town to be with her sister when she had surgery.
I’m grateful that surgery was successful and that healing is beginning.
I’m grateful for the people at Makin’ Waves where I’ve been getting my hair done for 30 years.
I’m grateful I have a job with purpose that I love doing.
I’m grateful for the Huskers and for Husker fans who stay to the end of the game even though it’s freezing and snowing and we’ve had a losing season.
I’m grateful for the abundance that is my life.
I am also grateful to live in a place that recognizes we have to be intentional about a focus on being kind and addressing mental health issues and ensuring people have food and shelter and healthcare and a quality education.
If I am not able to say it to you directly this week, I am grateful for you!
And I am grateful I live where the air hurts my face.