Today I woke, as normal, at 6:30am. I helped my roommate get set for work and out of the house. I helped his new aide – it’s his second day working for us!
I baked 5 pecan pies for tomorrow. What’s tomorrow? Tomorrow is Guyanese Thanksgiving. I don’t know the real name of the holiday, just that it’s sort of equivalent to the American holiday Thanksgiving. I don’t know what the reasoning behind it is, I don’t know if it’s political or religious, I don’t know what to wear or what we’ll eat. All I know is our friend is providing food for a crowd and there is only one other person helping her, and so I got asked to make pie. 5 of them. Pecan (much easier than my typical apple pie).
I cleaned the bathroom top to bottom. I cleaned my roommate’s room. I cleaned the kitchen – twice (I am a messy baker). I did 2 loads of laundry. I boiled beans for tomorrow’s dinner.
All in all, it was a day jam-packed with mundane, ordinary tasks. Just a normal day. Well, minus the random “Thanksgiving-in-summer-but-with-Guyanese-food” part
Yet I found myself doing each task with a grateful heart. Grateful for the rest God allowed me yesterday so that I could be energetic today. Grateful to be busy and involved. Grateful to have a house to clean. Grateful to be able to provide for my household in this way. Grateful to be able to help a friend. Grateful to be able to put my skills to use for others, and especially grateful to give in to my sweet tooth!
It’s in ordinary days like this that I realize all over again how blessed I am, and how much I have to be thankful for. So on that note, and on the off chance you’re in Guyana, happy Thanksgiving!