I used to dread it every year. That moment during Thanksgiving dinner when someone inevitably suggests that we go around the table and say what we’re grateful for. While my heart was always in the right place, my words seemed to fail me. I would do my best to come up with something nice to say about everyone at the table, but it always seemed to turn into more of an ode to whichever food I liked best on my plate. My family smiled and nodded along, but I always felt I wasn’t exactly getting the whole gratitude thing right.