My family and I showed thanks on Thanksgiving Day by listing what we are thankful for on cutout leaves.
By Shelley Widhalm
Giving thanks is easy when it’s good things, like puppies and perfect grades, scores or assignments.
But it’s a little harder if the result is a skipping heart that over time might break. I was laid off a year ago, and I thought I wouldn’t be grateful about that—who wants to lose their job and face fear of losing more?
I was laid off Nov. 1, 2016, from a reporting position at a daily Colorado newspaper, and I felt a little bitter about Thanksgiving a year later. I thought about how during Thanksgiving 2016, I felt shaky, scared, alone and like little bombs would go off as even more could go wrong. I remember going on a run one November morning just before the holiday and wondering if the sidewalk would crack or a falling branch would hit me—this after the clutch blew on my car just after I got laid off and had a big dental bill.
Liking analogies (I’m a writer!), I thought I’d been kicked off the ship into the big ocean without a compass. Or, I was kicked out of the nest—a fledging without wings. Or, more recently, I was kicked out of the nice comfy house—a housecat that’s gone feral.
Losing the Routine
But I like being a little wild, I like to fly, and I like to be lost, because what’s happened is I found a long list of thankfulness. I went from a 9-5 pattern of expectations and routine to a constant state of learning, of trying harder than I thought I could, of reinventing, of creating, of finding new ways of writing, of digging into myself, yes, I can do this, I can. I really can! I had to learn how to ghostwrite, be a technical writer, write for different publications in different styles, and edit anything from short stories to sermons to novels from the line to the structural levels. I constantly became uncomfortable. I had to try, try, try.
My heart, it wanted to break. “Give up. It’s too hard,” it beat into my sighs.
But I couldn’t, I wouldn’t. I had to fly. I wanted my wings. I wanted to chase mice and words and have writing as my world.
And then ironically, I forgot about thinking about writing and my layoff on Thanksgiving 2017. I visited my mother for the Thanksgiving noon meal at her assisted living home, and my brother and his wife joined in. We had the traditional holiday fare, and like last year, the volunteer director of activities asked the 75 people in the dining area to find the leaf-shaped paper cutouts on our tables to write what we are thankful for.
Finding the Thankful List
My first one was easy, and the same as last year, “Zoey my dog.”
Next, I put, “My apartment in downtown,” something similar to what I wrote last year. The new things on my list included “Coffee!” “My family and friends,” and, here’s the key, “My BUSINESS,” with “business” in caps. That said it all, the layoff and the kick outs were worth the eventual ROI—except I didn’t save a cutout for “Writing.” Ironic, because I love to write and am thankful for it, and I had put it, along with reading, on last year’s list.
Even so, I ended the day realizing that what seems like a negative, something that’s heartbreaking and scary, can turn to the good. It’s how you cut it out and shape it—I have a new perspective that I couldn’t have in my 9-5 sameness—what happens outside doesn’t matter to how I treat my wings.
Because despite the things I cannot control, I can and will fly even if my wings aren’t ready yet. I’ll get there. It takes a paper cutout leaf with a new word, “HOPE.”
Beautifully written and heartfelt feelings from an amazing writer and successful business owner.
Thank you, Kathy. I feel so grateful to the LBDC for all of the wonderful business advice.
Oh, WOW!!! Shelley…this is SO awesome!! SO inspiring!! I am so happy for you!! You are truly transforming and blossoming!! It is so true…the tough times in our lives, the times that are so hard we feel like giving up, are what help us become stonger and appreciate what truly matters in our lives. I love how you ended this…with HOPE. You go girl. I am thankful you are my friend. 🙂
Thank you, Cherie, for your wonderful comments. I’m grateful that you are my friend, too. I just wrote the blog on impulse, going personal this time. I kind of liked writing that way. I hope your writing is going well, too. 🙂