These past few months have been difficult and trying. The short days and long nights don’t help, which is why I’m so grateful for the tradition of holiday lights. It’s uplifting to see the neighborhood dressed up – bright, and shiny. It gives you hope. I’m grateful for my ability to say No. It is a complete sentence. Whenever I say it, I piss people off. But, I see how much people who can’t say No suffer, and it’s worth the wrath. And, I’m grateful for men who can cook. Somethin’ kinda sexy about watching your dinner being flipped around in a pan.
Dear Gratitude Journal :
Never have I been more grateful for my health, and the good health of my loved ones. I’m grateful for the tradition of Christmas lights. The last few weeks before solstice are dark and dreary; the lights are cheerful, and each decoration – no matter how small – shows the creativity and warmth of its creator. Better days are ahead — the sun will return. Lastly, I – and many in this great nation – are grateful for portable space heaters.