This morning I Did what I Should Not Do—according to my husband, my therapist and even my pint-sized common sense. I started my Tuesday by scrolling (and scrolling) through online news. Why? Idk, but I’ll blame it on an out-of-my-daily-routine second cup of coffee.
Paraphrasing my three advisers: “Neal, how does it help you to be inundated with mainstream news, which is most often bad news?”
A teeny sampling of what my caffeinated scrolling unearthed:
* Senseless deaths and injuries in the Wisconsin Christmas parade tragedy.
* Tucker Carlson calling Kyle Rittenhouse a “sweet kid.”
* A defense attorney in the Ahmaud Arbery case referencing in her closing statement Ahmaud’s “long dirty toenails.”
* The dangerously divisive hatred (hatred?!) in our divided political world today.
* Etc. Etc. Etc.
What “got me out of the newsroom” (thank goodness!) was a quick trek to the frig for more creamer for that second cuppa and noticing what I had stuck on the refrigerator…
The overflowing harvest of the simple cornucopia somehow (note to self: yet another therapy topic) jarred me into remembering that not all is bad. Duh. And that I/we have so very much to be thankful for.
All of which, again, somehow brought to mind my favorite small-t thanksgiving song, Josh Groban’s rendition of “Thankful.” So I did a quick listen-to.
This non-newsworthy line stood out: “Sometimes we can’t see the joy that surrounds us.”