November 24, 2025
There are three types of Thanksgiving people. There are the cooks who get some thrill out of wrestling a turkey the size of a toddler into a roasting pan. There are the eaters who hover near the kitchen pretending to “help” while actually checking when the stuffing is done. And then there are the nappers. The ones who can look a couch in the eye at two o’clock in the afternoon and think, Yes. This is my destiny.
I am a napper. Completely. Proudly. Emotionally. Spiritually.
This time of year is beautiful, but it is also heavy. Work piles up. Kids get extra loud. Life becomes a nonstop conveyor belt where you are the one trying to catch every item before it falls. So when Thanksgiving comes along and the family magically appears like bonus-level babysitters, something inside me softens. Suddenly, the universe hands me a hall pass.
Go rest. You earned this.
There is something almost holy about the Thanksgiving nap. The kind of nap where you do not fight it. The kind of nap where you do not feel guilty because the people around you are too busy talking, laughing, or eating to even notice you slipping away. The kind of nap where you wake up not knowing what day it is, but in a good way.
Maybe you love the cooking or the eating or the hosting. Good for you. Truly. But for me, the nap is the prize. It is restful in a way that feels rare as an adult. It is that one moment in the whole year where you are allowed to collapse into a soft surface and let your body run the show.
And here is the thing. The nap becomes a moment of gratitude without even trying. Not the dramatic kind of gratitude. Not the kind you write down in a journal while sipping tea. More like the quiet inner whisper that says, I forgot what it feels like to stop. I forgot what it feels like to be taken care of, even for a moment.
Some years, the nap is the only pause I get between Halloween and New Year’s. That is why I love it so much. It is not laziness. It is not escape. It is survival. It is restoration. It is the acknowledgment that even grown ups need to recharge before returning to the beautiful chaos of their real lives.
So yes, the nap wins. Every time. And I will defend it like a tradition that belongs in the Constitution.
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