Dear Gratitude Journal :

I’m grateful for the truth. It does set you free, even if that means a free fall to land flat on your face. I’m grateful that perception is subjective. I’ve come to accept that sliver in my eye, but I’m grateful others reminded me it’s there…

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Dear Gratitude Journal :

Dear Gratitude Journal : I’m grateful for chocolate truffles. They’re not quite as good as the raspberry cremes, but way better than caramels. I’m grateful for chefs and people who love to cook, and I’m grateful for hybrid cars.

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Dear Gratitude Journal :

Even though my current client’s offices aren’t as swank as some of the office “parks” I’ve worked in, I’m grateful that I can park right near the door. Schlepping in from a parking structure sucks. I’m also grateful that there are two bars across the parking lot. I’ve only been to one. And, I’m grateful that I can work from home because there’s no place like it.

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Dear Gratitude Journal :

I’m grateful that my neighbor’s son has more time than money because I am a woman with more money than time. That hasn’t always been the case, so I’m grateful for that. But, mostly I’m grateful that someone else is going to shovel four tons of gravel into a drainage ditch.

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Dear Gratitude Journal :

Today, I’m grateful for all the annotated white papers I’ve researched and written for people who didn’t give a shit. I got paid for them, so that part was good, and I knew the work would pay off for me, and I’m grateful it has. And, I’m grateful my knee isn’t as messed up as it feels.

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Dear Gratitude Journal :

This has been a week that has challenged my maturity and my integrity, and I’m grateful that I refuse to let the noise of other’s opinions drown out my inner voice. I’m grateful that I’m not like everyone else. Quiet women don’t make history. And, I’m grateful that my self-respect isn’t for sale. That alone makes me rich beyond measure.

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Dear Gratitude Journal :

I’m grateful for underpasses and overpasses. They are cool, and I’m sure there was some math involved. I’m grateful that charm is more than beauty, but no one knows that until you’re dumped for someone dull and better looking, and I’m grateful for my espresso machine.

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Dear Gratitude Journal :

I’m grateful that I’m not at a laundromat with a bunch of kids tonight. The only thing that sucks more than the laundromat is the bus, and I’m so grateful I don’t have to use either anymore. I’m grateful that I spent the day working. I made significant progress on a big project, and I feel good, and I’m gratefully tomorrow is a day off.

The end.