Buckle up y’all, this is a rant that started brewing around November and has come to head as Christmas cards and Year in Review things starts to rear their ugly heads.
I hate the term ‘Blessed’. Yep, I said. I know it sounds super salty but hear me out. First, it’s everywhere and overused. For the last few years, one cannot walk into a Target, Walmart, Hobby Lobby or Michael’s without seeing a t-shirt , coffee mug or inspirational dust collecting sit around with the word ‘Blessed’ emblazoned across it. The word is usually written in some really pretty cursive and with lots of glitter or shiny foil. I guess that jazzes it up a bit, maybe adds some class, but it’s still everywhere.
Building off of overused, it seems disingenuous. I won’t say everyone I know that bangs the ‘Blessed’ drum is like this but the majority of the ‘Blessed’ loving folks I know are also some of the biggest bitchers. There they are bitching about petty problems one minute and the next singing to the masses (usually on social media) about how blessed they are. You rarely see a person who had a near-death experience and survived stage four cancer talk about how blessed they are. Again, I know it sounds super salty but I’m getting to the non-salty part, I promise.
Finally, and probably most importantly, aren’t we all a little blessed? If you woke up on the right side of the dirt today, you are blessed. If you had enough to eat, weren’t evicted or had your car repossessed today, you are blessed. If you aren’t at this moment actively dying, you are blessed. And even if all of that stuff is happening today guess what, you are still blessed, because that stuff doesn’t happen every day. No one person has the market cornered on blessings. Do some people have more than their fair share of good things – absolutely. But, that doesn’t mean that the next person isn’t just as blessed; maybe their blessings take a different shape. It’s like trying to compare our lives to others. It’s impossible. No one’s life is like anyone else’s. One cannot compare one person’s struggles with someone else’s struggles. To beat your drum that you are “Blessed” (in my opinion) makes it sound like you are saying you are somehow better than the rest of us. And, we all know that’s simply not the case. So please, for the love of Madea and all that is holy, make that ‘Blessed’ shirt the one you clean house in and stop looking like an asshole. Better yet, re-purpose it into an ugly Christmas sweater as I just read today is National Ugly Christmas Sweater Day.
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