With the world in a collective dumpster fire, and so much personal and collective change, it’s really hard to focus on simple gratitude, but when I began my gratitude journal (many, many years ago), I felt equally overwhelmed by events. I guess I’m grateful for the perspective and knowing I am not alone in this emotion.
I’m grateful for the advocacy of many good men. I’ve spent the last 25 years working with guys, and I’m a fan of the species. Thankfully, red pill genes will not reproduce.
I’m grateful to all the women who have come forward. I recall my father explaining prostitution to me as a child and why hookers were arrested. I immediately asked, “What about the man?” He sat there in silence a moment then said, “Well, he wouldn’t have done anything if she wasn’t there….” Interesting, how little things have changed…
And, despite this heavy, painful shift, I’m very grateful for change. The pen is mightier than the sword. Social media has shined light into dark, ugly spaces. It might take a bit, but we will clean this up and stamp out the cockeroaches. I love the smell of bleach in the morning….
365 Days of Simple Gratitude 