I don’t need Thanksgiving to “celebrate food.”
My metabolism already celebrates
every two hours like it’s Coachella.

But the day isn’t really about food.
It’s about the people you walk with.
The ones who strut beside you
through bad lighting,
awkward terrain,
and whatever posture this is
that we’re all apparently doing to survive.

The ones who steady you
when the trail gets stupid,
when the map dissolves,
or when the direction changes
for the fifth time.

If you’re here,
you’re part of my people.

Thanks for that.

I hope today gives you
something nourishing…
food, presence, connection,
and company that makes the world
feel a little less ridiculous.

Happy Thanksgiving.
Pass the carbs.

Again.