Dear Gratitude Journal :

I’m grateful that I cleaned my garage and threw a whole bunch of stuff out. I’ve always been tidy and a good throw-er-out-er, but I’ve been doing more culling lately. It seems the less I have, the better and more focused I feel. I’m grateful that we’ve all become much, much better at virtual work and webinars. Now that we have so many people using this technology, it will improve quickly and meaningfully. And, I’m grateful I have all the toilet paper I need.

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Dear Gratitude Journal :

I am grateful for the nurses, doctors, techs, and the multitude of others who work in healthcare who are risking their lives to help us through this horrible pandemic. I’ve spent a decent amount of time in the hospital (and hospital lite), and these are amazingly, dedicated and selfless people who have to work with all kinds of people when those people are at their worst. If anything comes out of this cluster, it is surely a new appreciation for these wonderful people. I’m grateful that Trump’s lawsuits have been dismissed and he is slowly slithering away. And, I’m grateful for ginger ale. It’s light and delicious.

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Dear Gratitude Journal :

I’m grateful to all the hard working and honest people who worked at the polls, counted votes, and certified elections. Bureaucrats are underappreciated, underpaid, and often abused by politicians and constituents alike, but they are the what makes our democracy work. I’m grateful for sneakers. And I’m grateful for a few days off. A much needed time to reflect.

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Dear Gratitude Journal :

Never have I been more grateful for my health, and the good health of my loved ones. I’m grateful for the tradition of Christmas lights. The last few weeks before solstice are dark and dreary; the lights are cheerful, and each decoration – no matter how small – shows the creativity and warmth of its creator. Better days are ahead — the sun will return. Lastly, I – and many in this great nation – are grateful for portable space heaters.

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Dear Gratitude Journal :

I’m grateful for Reiki and my Reiki master. I feel clearer and more focused today. I’m grateful for my winter daisies. They are such a resilient and cheerful flower. And, I’m grateful for Brussel sprouts. Never thought I’d say that.

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Dear Gratitude Journal :

There’s a lot to be grateful for today: Michigan and Pennsylvania certified. Another vaccine candidate. A climate Czar. A qualified cabinet. It’s been so long, we’ve forgotten what competence looks like. So grateful for progressive leadership. I’m grateful for a client who respects and appreciates my insight and advice. For all the money folks pay me, it is amazing how often they completely disregard my expertise. And, I’m grateful for the cold weather. It is invigorating.

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Dear Gratitude Journal :

Winter is gardening season, and I’m grateful for a little good weather so I can continue to refine the vision. I’m grateful for sites like Glassdoor. Companies need to own their attitude, and have their references checked, too. And, I’m grateful that I was able to buy a new laptop before my old one died. I haven’t always had such good timing.

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Dear Gratitude Journal :

I’m grateful for a day of rain where I didn’t once worry about roof leaks or garage flooding. A solid roof, warm fire, and the defeat of fascism has me feeling quite content. I’m grateful that after more than a month of repairs and upgrades, my house is slowly returning to a functional state. And, I’m grateful for take out. I’m actually grateful for that a lot.

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Dear Gratitude Journal :

Even though I am a little blue, I’m grateful I forced myself to do a lot of work today. I still feel blue, but at least I got a lot done, and I have a clean house. It’s a start. I’m grateful for my yoga class because it allows me to empty my mind, and I’m grateful that tomorrow is another day.

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Dear Gratitude Journal :

Today I’m very grateful for cake. Any idiot can bake bread; cake is an art form. I’m grateful for the spectacular sunset during my drive up the coast, and I’m grateful for medical science. They can’t cure you, but they’re good at finding out what’s wrong.

The end.