Dear Gratitude Journal :

I’m grateful that I finished a big chunk of work today. It was extra work, so everyone is impressed and left very happy. I’m grateful for garbage collection. How lucky are we that someone comes to our house to take trash away. All we do is put it at the curb. Amazing. And I’m grateful that love is a verb. You never run out of it, and you can always make more.

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Dear Gratitude Journal :

I’m grateful that I work from home. I know it’s a privilege, but it’s one that I’ve worked for, earned, and deserve. I’m grateful that I would never be under indictment or subject to a grand jury investigation. Basic life goals should include never seeing your name as <LastName><FirstName>, Defendant. And I’m grateful for non-dairy alternatives.

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Dear Gratitude Journal :

I’m grateful that I made the decision to be relentlessly me. Quiet women don’t make history. I’m grateful for art, artists, storytellers, and comedians. And, I’m grateful for dumplings of all nationalities. Starting to be a favorite food.

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Dear Gratitude Journal :

There’s a big part of me that is an awkward, anti-social introvert, and it can be hard for me to embrace the human side of my often solitary work; however, today I’m grateful for a mentor who once told me that my priorities where wrong, and I needed to focus more on the relationships. I took his advice to heart, changed myself, my attitude, and my approach to my team, and I’m better for it. Finally, I’m grateful for free shipping. Isn’t everyone?

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Dear Gratitude Journal :

Today I asked one of the interns at work what he wanted to be when he grew up. Without much hesitation, he responded, “IDK, I guess a good dad.” I’ve asked that same questions of hundreds of men over my lifetime, and this was the first time I got a response that included a thought for someone else. I’m grateful for his perspective. I’m grateful I’m not afraid to quit. Knowin’ when to fold ’em is as important as persistence. And I’m grateful for AAA. They are very helpful.

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Dear Gratitude Journal :

I’m grateful for those key duplication kiosks. Remember when you had to go to the hardware store, find the guy who made the keys (if he was there). Half the time the keys didn’t work, so you had to go back. Maybe find another place or another guy. Ugh. The inconvenience! I’m grateful for tacos and other folded sammies. And I’m grateful my clients are happy – today.

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Dear Gratitude Journal :

Even though I’m not a fan of daylight saving time, I know that it’s ending soon, so today I’m grateful for the extra sunshine at the end of the day. I’m grateful my neighbor came by to check on me. I like living alone, but it’s a nice feeling to know that someone would miss me if I stopped being around. Finally, I’m grateful for the unusual sense of contentment and peace that I feel today. Thank you Jupiter.

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Dear Gratitude Journal :

Today has been a day of intuitive blessings. I’m grateful for the collective wisdom of my spirit guides. They have a view of the matrix that I don’t have. I’m very grateful for my 3D friends. For a good part of my life, I didn’t have good friends. Many were invested in keeping me small, a less-than chubby sidekick, shagging my crushes, hitting on my BFs, smack talking me on text…I realize now that I was drawn to the familiar. I’m better now, and grateful for better choices, genuine friendships, and real kindness. And, I’m grateful for my beautiful home. Knowing that I own this little patch of earth is the greatest comfort ever.

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Dear Gratitude Journal :

Today I was reminded once again that I’m a big glass of Scotch in a Vodka world. I’m grateful to know that Scotch is an acquired taste, and even though I sometimes wish I were more desirable, I’m truly grateful that I’m not like everyone else.

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Dear Gratitude Journal :

I’m always happy to see people in love. And, even though I’m not in love today, I’m still grateful to see others enjoying their Valentine’s Day. I’m grateful I finally figured out how to program my sprinklers. Fixing broken sprinklers is the worst; it involves digging, mud, tree roots, getting wet. In the end, you ultimately uncover someone else’s gross incompetence. And, I’m grateful I get paid tomorrow. Much needed.

The end.