Today wasn’t loud or flashy.
The house was quiet, the sky was gray, and honestly, most of the day felt pretty ordinary.
But somewhere in the middle of it, I realized I feel better.
Not fixed. Not dancing-on-the-table better.
Just… steadier. Lighter. Like the weight I’ve been carrying decided to sit down for a minute and give me a break.
And tonight my brother’s coming up for Thanksgiving.
The one who will look you dead in the eye and answer whatever you ask him—good, bad, or ugly. No sugar, no sidestepping.
Some people can’t handle that kind of honesty.
I love it. There’s something safe about knowing exactly where you stand with somebody.
So tomorrow there’ll be turkey and too many carbs and probably a few loud laughs around the table.
But tonight it’s just the quiet before the crowd, the Christmas tree lights doing their soft thing in the corner, and me sitting here thankful for two simple things:
I feel better than I did.
And the people who tell me the truth are walking through my door.
Sometimes that’s more than enough.
Happy Thanksgiving, y’all.
May your coffee be strong and your people be real.
