Dear Gratitude Journal :

I know it might not be politically correct, but I’m grateful for Amazon. I don’t care how stupid Jeff Bezo’s yacht is, or how ridiculous Lauren Sanchez looks, the fact that I don’t have to spend my precious free time driving too and from, walking in and out of retail establishments (hoping to find stuff I need!) makes Amazon the greatest technological advancement of this century. I’m grateful for tonight’s full moon and tomorrow’s solstice. It’s a good time to reset, and an even better mid-year reminder that time is speeding up, and we shouldn’t waste it. Finally, I’m grateful for CostCo chickens. They are tasty and expeditious!

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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.

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Dear Gratitude Journal :

I’m grateful I’ve exercised some restraint when it comes to cosmetic procedures. California is filled with custom faces, constructed bodies, and even though mine is quite imperfect, I’m okay with it being more out-of-the-box, so to speak …. 🙂 I’m grateful I live near the mountains. In times of crisis, no one yells, “Run for the valley!” and I’m grateful for roasted chicken. It’s always a good dinner.

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Dear Gratitude Journal :

I’m grateful I know a little bit about interviewing for a job. Interviewing is an essential life skill, like knowing how to write a check, or how to bake a chicken. I’m grateful for old, white, rich men. Their brand had taken a beatin’ but it’s still one of my favorite demographics. And, I’m grateful for housekeepers and dog groomers. Two things I definitely didn’t have as a kid, and I appreciate their hard work so much!

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Dear Gratitude Journal :

Summer is in full swing, and I’m grateful for the arrival of Cancer season – my solar return! I’m grateful for my washer and dryer. I did laundry in a laundromat for a good part of my life – the only thing worse is taking the bus – which I also did for a long time. And I’m grateful for baked chicken. For the lazy cook, it’s the easiest of chickens.

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Dear Gratitude Journal :

I’m grateful to whomever invented Chicken Cordon Bleu. Any one of the ingredients is delicious; all three is really an embarrassment of riches. I’m grateful for the garbage guys. How lucky are we to live in a place where we put our trash out front, and the next days it’s gone! And, I’m grateful I don’t let my insecurities undermine my judgement. Of course, I’d be more grateful if I didn’t have any insecurities, but insecurities make you human, bad judgement makes you an idiot.

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Dear Gratitude Journal :

I’m grateful for dog parks. Something that didn’t exist when I was a kid. I’m grateful I was already a pretty competent and disciplined virtual worker. Structuring your time is more of a challenge when you have more time to structure. And I’m grateful for chicken.