I spoke to soon. #iamgrateful and #iamthankful and I should keep my eye on the prize, that prize, in perpetuity. I have plenty of outlets for my gratitude; this one is a documentation of my own for those moments when the world is too busy to ride alongside me.
I’m excited for this next phase of my life and career. Gratitude will be more front and center. So it’s not a wrap. #iamgrateful and #iamthankful it’s not a wrap. There’s too much to appreciate.
We know that. And academically, philosophically, hypothetically, we all know that they will always be there, doors, arms, hearts, wide open. But the past year has been anything but academic, philosophical, or hypothetical. We’ve invaded their house and their lives and they’ve gone above and beyond on a minute-by-minute basis to spoil us and their grandkids rotten.
Food and nourishment. Laundry. Pick ups and drop offs. Peace of mind. More than anything, peace of mind.
For all the transactional things that saved us time and energy, they bigger picture is peace of mind. All they did for us that can’t be recounted individually can be summed into peace of mind.
Filling every waking moment of our lives with love, support, and all the unsaid, unspoken words and deeds in a way only parents can.
Sure, during work travel and late nights, it was invaluable to have the 24/7 support they provided. But that pales in comparison to where we find ourselves today.
Never more has this support been on fuller display than the past 3 weeks, while I’ve been away. Just this morning, in what’s become routine, Dad is dropping Priya off at the train station only after taking the kids to school; and on the flip side of the day Mom will be there to pick the kids up and bring them home while Priya attends to a late work meeting.
What the hell would we do without them? I have no words. I’ve got nothing but immense gratitude.
It’s always helpful to think about…how you think. #iamgrateful and #iamthankful for our kids. And how wonderful they are to each other, to us, and to everyone they meet. Some of this stuff feels natural to them. Not deliberate, just natural.
Thanks to an old friend, effectively a distant but still an older brother by deep familial ties, Sumeet Goel for sharing this song and this post. #iamgrateful and #iamthankful for what music can do when we stop to listen to what we’re listening to. His comment was that it is supremely relevant to our time, whatever side we’re on.
Lyrics. They’re why I’ve always found myself moved to and gravitating toward great folk, great hip hop, great music where the lyrics carry the song regardless of format and version (if a song can stand up to a single voice on an acoustic guitar, it is worth paying attention to in any form … thank you Andy Fox for that eternal lesson.)
No need to search for the lyrics, I’ve put ’em right here for you.
There’s something happening here What it is ain’t exactly clear There’s a man with a gun over there Telling me I got to beware
I think it’s time we stop, children, what’s that sound Everybody look what’s going down
There’s battle lines being drawn Nobody’s right if everybody’s wrong Young people speaking their minds Getting so much resistance from behind
It’s time we stop, hey, what’s that sound Everybody look what’s going down
What a field-day for the heat A thousand people in the street Singing songs and carrying signs Mostly say, hooray for our side
It’s s time we stop, hey, what’s that sound Everybody look what’s going down
Paranoia strikes deep Into your life it will creep It starts when you’re always afraid You step out of line, the man come and take you away
We better stop, hey, what’s that sound Everybody look what’s going down Stop, hey, what’s that sound Everybody look what’s going down Stop, now, what’s that sound Everybody look what’s going down Stop, children, what’s that sound Everybody look what’s going down
I said it about GW when he left office. I’m still looking for that one story I read way back about the way GW treated WH staff, and the way GW built out his Christmas Card list to a scale (of thanks, gratitude and inclusion) never seen before. I now say it about Obama. Not a comment or critique on his Presidency. Just a statement about whether or not he was a good man. I’ll watch and listen as folks say no. Talk about a variety of interpretations of why he wasn’t (funny Politico article today about how Obama should have picked more enemies and been less calm — like an ounce of Obama rage would not have triggered so much backlash and undermined everything he stood for). I spend my life looking for the good in people. When I debate with someone at work, I start with what kind of a son they are, what kind of mom they are, what kind of friend they are. I watched a good man give a speech tonight. (I then quickly went to Fox to watch Hannity polarize the entire conversation and find himself in position to not say one positive thing about the President — which is impossible. Not one thing? Please, stick to your talking points.) I hope, 4 years from now, I’m writing a similar sentiment. About a man’s final days in office. About a man on the cusp of his second term. I hope at the very least I’m saying, “good dude”. #Iamgrateful and #Iamthankful for the “good people” approach to engaging in debate.