Dear Gratitude Journal :

Although it sucks, I must force myself to be grateful for rejection. Not everyone is going to like you – love you – or even stand you – and lots dismiss you without any information what-so-ever. Oh, well. I’m grateful I’m not going through life with catcher’s mitts on both hands; sometimes you need to throw shit back. And, I’m grateful whiskey sours have come into vogue. They remind me of my mom’s cocktail parties.

The end.

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