tail wagging

One of my favorite Southernisms is, "It’s a sad puppy that won’t wag its own tail."  My Yankee interpretation? It’s a back-door reminder to give thanks for our blessings. 

I think it’s engrained in us to be humble about our achievements, maybe even self-effacing.  Especially women: On the whole, we’re more reluctant to give ourselves a shout-out. (Cross your legs at the ankles, keep your thoughts to yourself…) But I think we should celebrate every achievement, tangible or otherwise. 

So…What say we do some tail-wagging for Thankful Thursday? I’m fully caffeinated, so how ’bout I start? 

Last week, a thick cloud of dirt and debris pelted my ankles and darkened my doorway. Life’s like that sometimes, isn’t it? But by nightfall yesterday, I’d managed to tamp down the dust, and to reshape the experience into an important scene for my memoir.  As I watched the sunrise from my office window this morning, I reflected on this minor miracle. Bolstered by supportive friends and family, I’d managed to turn lemons into lemonade, water into wine…[insert your favorite metaphor]. My sense of accomplishment has more to do with counting my blessings (again, grace) than numbering the words I typed. And yet, I have to add, I wrote quite a lot!

You’re next on the parade route. C’mon, let’s hear you toot that horn! With all due apologies for another mixed metaphor.