Happy hour and margaritas look good in the same sentence, don’t they?
I certainly think so, which is why, as I was getting ready for happy hour margaritas a few nights ago, I picked up my phone and sent out a tweet of gratitude for the evening ahead.
There’s a screenshot of my tweet below. One person’s response is underneath it.
To put it another way: It should be normal for fathers to take care of their kids so why would I make that behavior special by tweeting out some love about it?
The logic in this person’s tweet says that there are certain situations where:
- gratitude isn’t needed
- the people involved don’t deserve our gratitude
- or that our gratitude is something to be saved up for extra-special occasions and ultra-deserving people.
None of those bullet points work for me.
(click to tweet)
Your gratitude (which is the same thing as love) is not a well that will run out. It is not a river that will dry up the more you swim around in it.
And no one gets to tell you which people or experiences or things you’re allowed to give thanks for. You can be grateful for whatever (and whoever) you want, as much as you want, as often as you want.
Trusting in the abundance of the universe doesn’t just refer to the bounty of crops or money. It also means that we have faith that our love will never run out.
So we don’t need to hoard it.
If someone does something generous or simply does something well, applaud that. Hold that up to the light and say “Look! Awesomeness!”
Whether you’re paid to do it or society dictates it’s your moral obligation, if you inject more love and goodness into the world, I’m giving you this:
We just high-fived.
You’re not anti-feminist for applauding a man who is a present father or a thoughtful husband.
You’re not silly or weak for telling your man how much you love it when he pulls out your chair.
You’re not a weirdo for making eye contact and asking someone sincerely, “How are you?”.
You’re just a bucket of Love, slurping your juice over the edges and letting it rain on someone else’s head.
And that deserves a high-five.