Belated Thanksgiving meditation

I woke up Thanksgiving morning at my friend Ali's apartment in Clermont-Ferrand. She had left early that morning to teach in Vichy so I made myself a cup of hot tea and breakfast and sat looking out the wondow at the plaza three stories below. I had two hours before I had to leave for my doctor's appointment so I just sat there and enjoyed having nothing to do.

I didn't realize right away that it was Thanksgiving, and when I finally remembered, I ran through a short list of my blessings as is the tradition. I disovered I couldn't possibly detail all of them and I became really anxious. Do I really have so much that I can't possibly truly appreciate just how lucky I am? Do I really deserve to have so much? Do I take things for granted and let my blessings become just mundane details?

I wake up here every day truly happy to be in France, but I don't think I take the time to really be deeply thankful for the amazing details of 'life in France' or even of my life in general.