I’m grateful that 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 great crisis, no one yells, “Run for the Valley!” And, I’m grateful for roasted chicken. It’s always a good dinner.
The end.
365 Days of Simple Gratitude 