I’m grateful that I’m an active millennial supporter. People used to roll their eyes, begrudge me my youth, and dismiss me in my salad days. In many ways, I’m not much smarter now than I was then. In those condescending moments, I would swear to myself that I would not act the same to the youngsters when my “boomer” time came, and I’ve been true to my word. Finally, I’m grateful for fried chicken. Of all the chickens, it’s the most beloved.
Author: plume de poison
Dear Gratitude Journal :
I’m grateful I had time to return to a longer hike. I’m definitely sore, but I feel good. I’m grateful the day was cool and the hillsides are blooming with mustard, paintbrush, and yarrow. And, I’m grateful for my garden. Few things are more satisfying than growing your own food.
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Dear Gratitude Journal :
I’m grateful for debit cards. I’m grateful for direct deposit. Remember paper checks? It seems the world recovered from all the jobs lost to the “AI” of the Payroll Department. And, I’m grateful for mobile apps.
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Dear Gratitude Journal :
The color of the sky, as far as I can see, is called gray. I would have preferred to sleep in and lounge. No such luck. But, I’m grateful it was a quiet and subdued Monday. It suited my mood. I’m grateful I found someone to take out my date palm instead of cutting it down. And, I’m grateful February is winding down. I think we’re all ready for spring.
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Dear Gratitude Journal :
Even though I had to work, I’m grateful it was an easy, quiet, short day. I’m grateful I am prepared for tomorrow’s atmospheric river. When I think of what drainage was like when I moved into this dump. SMH. Some people just don’t understand how water works. Finally, I’m grateful for the Internet.
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Dear Gratitude Journal :
I’m grateful that I got a lot of exercise today. I’m grateful for my expert road trip travel skills, and I’m grateful for shrimp. It used to be special occasion food. Now, it’s lunch on Tuesday food.
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Dear Gratitude Journal :
I’m grateful for a warm, cloudy, and unusually quiet day. I’m grateful for soup. It is good food. And, I’m grateful for cookie season.
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Dear Gratitude Journal :
I’m grateful I’ve exercised some restraint when it comes to cosmetic procedures. California is filled with custom faces, constructed bodies, 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 near the mountains. In times of crisis, no one yells, “Run for the valley!” and I’m grateful for roasted chicken. It’s always a good dinner.
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Dear Gratitude Journal :
Most people are grateful for Friday eve. It’s tuff to get into the swing after a long weekend. I’m grateful Christmas lights are all around town. And, I’m grateful to feel that we are slowly, surely, and finally moving out of the muddy rut that has been this year.
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Dear Gratitude Journal :
Gratitude is about acknowledging what was received, whereas thankfulness is about giving and receiving. So, in that vein, I’m thankful for my co-workers and clients. I’m thankful for my health, and all the medical personnel I’ve needed to keep this body going. And, finally, I’m thankful for my neighbors. There is nothing more comforting than knowing your home is surrounded by really good people.