Dear Gratitude Journal :

There isn’t anyone who doesn’t feel a good deal of worry and trepidation as this week begins. I’ve grown weary of worry and trepidation, which is why I am so grateful that no matter what else transpires, this week will bring an end to the Trump presidency. I’m also grateful to have an administration that will focus on Covid, not on golf and tweets. I’m grateful GPS is on our phones. And, I’m grateful to all the troops who are protecting and defending our country, our Constitution, and our democracy against this horrible man and his mob of terrorists.

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Dear Gratitude Journal :

I’ve been working for almost 40 years now, and I’ve had both clients and employers ask, insist, and threaten me to do things for them that were illegal. In more than one case, the refusal cost me my job. So, as I sit in my beautiful home, free to do anything I desire, I’m grateful that my integrity means more to me than money or some shitty job. I’m grateful that my name will never be listed as “defendant.” And, I’m grateful for frozen pizza. Yeah, I they’re not as good as fresh, but we’ve all eaten ’em.

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Dear Gratitude Journal :

I know I speak for everyone when I say that I’m very, very grateful for a peaceful day. I’m grateful to have Trump banned from — and his Bots scanned from — social media. You want to be a bad-ass and overthrow the government? Don’t expect the government you’re trying to overthrow to GAF about your “right” to Twitter. I’m grateful for the FBI – never thought I’d be sayin’ that – and, despite it all, I’m grateful for social media. It’s shown the best and the worst of us. I’m determined to focus on the good stuff.

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Dear Gratitude Journal :

It’s all over except for the whining and lawsuits, and I’m very, very grateful to every single GA voter who helped make history today. I feel more positive about the future than I have in….four years! I’m grateful that my nephew and niece-in-law had a health baby girl last night. A happy family. And, I’m grateful for chicken fingers. Usually, I give the finger to the dog, but a little batter and deep-frying can do wonders.

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Dear Gratitude Journal :

Even though I’m grateful for my job, I don’t think too many people came bouncing into work today. That’s okay. I’m grateful the year begins. I’m grateful for books, and for people who can write well. And I’m grateful that I’m only a 1/2 pound overweight. Given the mass cookies ingested these past two weeks, a half pound is indeed something for which to be grateful!

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Dear Gratitude Journal :

I awoke New Year’s Day feeling a bit disappointed. It felt like just like another day. But as the day progressed, I began to feel lighter and more optimistic. I’m grateful 2020 is truly in the past. I’m grateful I have a few more days off to clean, organize, and do some planning. And, I’m grateful for champagne. A great invention.

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Dear Gratitude Journal :

The year is soon to be over, and a chronological fresh start is upon us. I’m grateful to have a little psychological runway before I start 2021 in earnest. I’m grateful for perogies. Especially when they come with bacon and sauerkraut. It’s not health food, but I love them so. And I’m grateful that I have small feet and hands.

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Dear Gratitude Journal :

The day was bright and cheerful; I can feel the quiet energy of the plants and trees grateful for the return of the sun. I’m grateful I was able to go into town today. I haven’t been there since the pandemic began. So many For Rent signs, shuttered restaurants, empty parking lots. A very different life than last year, but every end is a new beginning. This is no different. And, I’m grateful for film, filmmakers, storytellers, and artists. Since the time of cave paintings — the world needs art.

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Dear Gratitude Journal :

I’m grateful for Ted Talks. I’ve been watching a lot more of them this year on a whole variety of topics. It’s opened my eyes to a number of things I never considered before like UBI, and the ethics of AI. I’m grateful I work at home. Social isolation notwithstanding, I don’t want to spend most of my life living with my co-workers. They’re not your loved ones. And, I’m grateful for the sunshine and soft, warm breeze.

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Dear Gratitude Journal :

There isn’t anyone who is having a typical Christmas, myself included. Times like this, I find myself grateful for things I normally wouldn’t even see. I’m grateful that so many healthcare workers have gotten their first shot. I know they feel a huge sense of relief. I do, too. I’m grateful for people in the hospitality business. People who cook, people who make drinks, people who bring you things….they are so important to our economy and our quality of life, and this has been the most difficult year for them. I’m grateful my neighbor gave me some homemade toffee. Nom. I’m grateful another neighbor recommended an additional loop to my AM power walk. That way I can keep trying to out-exercise my ridiculous sweet tooth. And, I’m grateful that I am safe, warm, happy, healthy, and have everything I could need or want. The best of times in the worst of times.