Dear Gratitude Journal :

I’m grateful for Barbara Walters. The first night she started with Harry Reasoner, I recall my father saying that “No one is going to listen to news from a woman,” and even though I was still a kid, it was the moment that I realized that my life was going to be different because of my gender. I’m grateful for my warm house, and beautiful neighborhood, and for the work of women like RBG – I wouldn’t be in this house without her. And, I’m grateful I sucked it up yesterday and got all my errands and chores done. I’m ready for the new year/

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Dear Gratitude Journal :

I’m grateful to live in California. People bitch about it until they watch the rest of the country drown in snow. I’ll gladly pay my taxes to live here. I’m grateful for my Reiki healer. I think if more people used healers, we’d have fewer problems in the world. And, I’m grateful NYE falls on a weekend.

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Dear Gratitude Journal :

I’m grateful for Solstice. It’s two of my favorite days each year, and the winter one is always welcome even in mild climates. I’m grateful I planned ahead for my holiday staycation. I am looking forward to a week of spa, reading, lunch and non-software related conversations. And, I’m grateful my life is moving from infrastructure to enhancements. Finally.

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Dear Gratitude Journal :

This holiday week is all about being thankful, which is slightly different from gratitude, in that thankfulness is generally directed toward a person or event. So I’m thankful that I have some paid vacation. Most of my life I have not had those benefits and often needed to work on holidays, so a few days off without worrying about a monthly shortfall is a real luxury. I’m thankful for my team. And, I’m grateful (and thankful) for bartenders. Isn’t everyone ?

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Dear Gratitude Journal :

This has been a very long week I’m grateful that I’m finally at a place in my career where I can confidently say no. No, I’m not going to do it for you. No, I’m not going to cover for you. No, I’m not going to work weekends for you. No is a sign of self respect and a healthy ego. I’m grateful for it…And, I’m grateful for carbs.

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Dear Gratitude Journal :

This has been a very long week I’m grateful that I’m finally at a place in my career where I can confidently say no. No, I’m not going to do it for you. No, I’m not going to cover for you. No, I’m not going to work weekends for you. No is a sign of self respect and a healthy ego. I’m grateful for it…And, I’m grateful for carbs.

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Dear Gratitude Journal :

Every living creature is grateful for the rain and the end of triple digit temps. I can feel the relief in the trees and plants and me. I’m grateful we are approaching solstice. With so many planets in retrograde, it seems the energy of reappraisal is very strong. And, I’m grateful for bartenders. The second oldest profession.

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Dear Gratitude Journal :

I’m feeling pretty good today; I’m grateful just for that. I’m grateful I decided suck it up and double-down on my handy-woman skills. I own lots of tools, know how to read, and can watch and follow a video. Being a good student does have advantages. Finally, I’m grateful to work from home. It’s not a perfect situation, but neither was being on site. I’m more productive and my life is better balanced. Maybe that’s why I’m having such a good day.

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Dear Gratitude Journal :

Even though I’m goal driven, I’m grateful that I’m not a competitive person. People who always need to win have a hole in their aura that is impossible to fill, and they ruin the fun of the game for others. I’m grateful for chocolate chip cookies, especially if they’re homemade and not too sweet. And, I’m grateful for all the time I spent teaching. It taught me to facilitate discussion, and shut down hecklers and assorted other blowhards. Life skills.

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Dear Gratitude Journal :

I’m grateful for the burger I had for lunch. Not the usual faire, but definitely worth the 800 calories. I’m grateful I am one of the best stretchers in yoga class. Namaste. And, even though it happens, I’m grateful I wasn’t blowing farts during yoga like the woman behind me. That’ll teach you to drink a “nutrition” shake for lunch.

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