Here we are again, amidst all the trappings of a bountiful life.
So what am I thankful for?
Going out to eat, with someone else paying for it!
Having the brains to secure a nice spot in a temperate climate and living frugally enough so that a small fixed income covers the basics.
When I look at my clear floor space, and consider that others have only half the room that I have, I am determined not to feel guilty for my easy life, as I earned it with my devotion to duty in the last 65 years.
Others may beg me to give to the Food Bank, or to give to the collectors for the homeless, but taking care of myself comes first. If I have fewer health problems because I saved my donations and paid my own doctors, then I have saved much more than the initial costs of health care. I have saved my family angst over waiting too long to have that test made, or scrimped and not taken my vitamins and developed really expensive medical problems.
It takes a lot of continuous care to be healthy now, so I repeat this mantra to myself when asked to donate to any “worthy” cause. “Not my circus,not my monkeys.”