I am working on my Thanksgiving post and finding it difficult to write. I know it shouldn't, but it bothers me that it keeps looking like the bottom level of Maslow’s hierarchy. I want to be positive and funny but sometimes I feel like I (and a few people I really care about) need to go dance naked around a bonfire and shake off these lousy feelings that I don't want or need. How dare I feel unhappy when I have so much. Why am I afraid that listing the good things would be tempting fate?

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  1. I guess because fate really doesn’t exist per se, and what better way to thank God for your blessings than to list them?

    Spell them out, one by one – every kid down in DomesticPsychologyville, the tall and the small…

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