This year, like the past several years, one of the ways that I'll be celebrating Thanksgiving is by posting about some of the things for which I'm thankful this year, and all the time. Life is, even at its most challenging, full of unexpected riches of blessings that I want to call them out to myself here. I know many of you do this at other times of year; anyone who's so inclined should feel free to join me in this.
I'm thankful for bad judgement. Well, questionable judgement, really. Not the bad judgement that's marked by that one-drink-too-many (sorry, y'all) but the questionable judgement that's marked by staying out too late on a school night because life's too short to always be reasonable and prudent. This is a spirit that's central to who I want to be for myself, to take life by the lapels, fling it into the hottub, and dive in after it with a bottle of champagne in each hand.
Most of the time, I think I'm much more measured than that, but I'm getting better at letting myself go with those moments of questionable judgement and seeing where they lead. It's often somewhere beautiful, profound, and unexpected.
And, yes, sometimes it's not so nice. But those things teach me something important, too, about myself, my friends, loves, and family.
I guess it would be contradictory to hope that I get better at having questionable judgement -- would that tranform it into a weird kind of good judgement? So instead I'll just hope that I can keep closing my eyes and making the leap in ways that work out, because it's a hell of a thing.