Dear Gratitude Journal :

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.

The end.

Dear Gratitude Journal :

I’m grateful for debit cards. Cash is such a hassle, and I can’t do math in my head, so I would be one of those people who would need to put stuff stuff back, which is annoying and embarrassing. I’m grateful the baby boom generation is retiring. And, I’m grateful I took my lunch hour to do chores and some cleaning. Nothing makes you feel better than the faint smell of PineSol in your kitchen.