Thanks to Thanksgiving

So on one homey day of the year my family comes over to the house to eat their hearts out for Thanksgiving dinner. I'm not talking about just a simple family dinner, but a huge one, one that involves several hours of careful consideration. You see, only my mom's side of the family comes for the actual Thanksgiving dinner part, and that is a large sum of people. Then later, the rest o' em (my dad's side) come over for desert and board games. It is a festive event, and usual is loaded with laughs, dumb puns, bloated stomachs, drinking, and sobbing grandmas. This year, same as usual, the only difference: I am different. Things in my life are different.
I find myself surrounded by all kinds of people, opportunities, and choices, and frankly, sometimes it all scares the hell out of me. I run my mind on a treadmill of ideas of how my life could turn out, then i get exhausted. But this year, when I looked at my family around the table, and then the ones that showed up for patisserie later, I was reminded of who I was, and who I am now. I know that I am loved by those people, and that is apart of what makes me me. That's all I really should worry about.