Dear Gratitude Journal :

All the rain is starting to get to me; I feel a bit like a rotting cactus. The rainy season is coming to an end, though, and I’m grateful for how beautifully green and flowered the hillsides are. Poppies, clover, Bluebonnets, Columbine. It’s like the Earth is reminding us that we are all capable of rebirth and renewal. It’s never too late. I’m grateful for technology. Maybe it’s ruining our world, but none of us would give it up. And, I’m grateful for fried chicken – the greatest of all the chickens.

The end.