I’m grateful I’ve exercised restraint when it comes to cosmetic procedures. California is filled with custom faces, and even though mine is quite imperfect, I’m okay with it being more out-of-the-box, so to speak. I’m grateful I live in the mountains now. In times of crisis no one yells, “Run for the valley!” And I’m grateful for roasted chicken. It’s always a good dinner.
Dear Gratitude Journal :
