The Journey Begins…

Thank you for following my Gratitude Journal. I hope you are reminded of all the things you are grateful for…

Dear Gratitude Journal :

I spent a lot of time driving yesterday, and I’m grateful for the green hillsides, the purple Columbine, and the orange gazania that sprinkle the freeway medians. I’m grateful for the newly forming leaves on the Crepe Myrtles, and the spiking irises. #anticipation. And, I’m grateful for perspective. No matter how annoying or difficult today’s problems are, it was much worse 50 years ago.

The end.

Dear Gratitude Journal :

It’s easy to talk about leading an authentic life and being true to yourself when things are going well, and everyone loves you. It’s not quite as easy when you aren’t in the zone, and you find yourself on the outside of the “In” crowd being judged and dismissed. So, tonight, I’m grateful for resilience. I’m grateful I’ve always been slightly ahead of the curve, left of center, out in front….And, I’m grateful for bread. I rarely eat it anymore, but damn, it IS good!

The end.

Dear Gratitude Journal :

Today has been an odd day in many ways. I’m grateful that the problems I’ve faced this week can be solved with money. My dad used to say that problems that can be solved with money aren’t really problems (IDKY he used to say that because it’s not like he had any money), but he’s right, of course. I’m grateful to learn that I actually have more clout than I thought I did. (With great power comes great responsibility). And, I’m grateful for privacy settings.

The end.

Dear Gratitude Journal :

I’m grateful for selfies. If it weren’t for them, I’d never have a decent picture, and my cyber stalkers would have nothing to be thirsty for… (!) I’m grateful for almond milk. Never thought I’d be saying that. And, I’m grateful for carrot cake. Whoever thought about putting carrots (and zucchini), into breads and cake is a culinary genius.

The end.

Dear Gratitude Journal :

I’m grateful I have lived a life of being relentlessly me. Not perfect, not elegant, but courageous and true. I’m grateful for the help I’ve received from people who really didn’t need to help me. And I’m grateful that I’ve never let the noise of others opinions drown out my inner voice. Even after all this time, I still have never met a woman I wanted to be.

The end.

Dear Gratitude Journal :

I’m grateful that I don’t care enough about money to argue about it. I’m grateful for those dark chocolate KitKats. That’s a winner. And, I’m grateful it’s drying up. Spring is really here – we’re finally done with Winter.

The end.

Dear Gratitude Journal :

These past few weeks have been rough, and it’s a good reminder of why I started my gratitude journal so many years ago. Life can be frustrating, and it’s easy to focus on what’s not working and feel hopeless and blue. So, today I’ll say that as confident and independent as I am, there are people who don’t like me, don’t like me that much, or will never like me. I’m grateful that my opinion of myself is not inextricably tied to the opinions of others. I’m grateful for selfies. I spent the first 30 years of my life thinking that I looked like I do in other people’s photos – ugh. And, I’m grateful for bacon.

The end.

Dear Gratitude Journal :

I’m grateful that it’s acceptable for women to go to bars alone. It wasn’t always that way, but let’s face it: all humans need a place to eat and drink. I’m grateful this week passed quickly and is ending without much drama and a decent amount of progress. And, I’m grateful for people who can cook. The end.

Dear Gratitude Journal :

People are disappointing. It’s defeating and even a bit hurtful when you truly realize that someone doesn’t value you the way you hoped they would. I know my feelings aren’t unique. I also know my value – like a classic car, or a rare coin – isn’t really lessened just because someone doesn’t want it or understand it. So, today, I’m grateful I believe in me.

The end.