Dear Gratitude Journal :

All the rain is starting to get to me; I feel a bit like a rotting cactus. The rainy season is coming to an end, though, and I’m grateful for how beautifully green and flowered the hillsides are. Poppies, clover, Bluebonnets, Columbine. It’s like the Earth is reminding us that we are all capable of rebirth and renewal. It’s never too late. I’m grateful for technology. Maybe it’s ruining our world, but none of us would give it up. And, I’m grateful for fried chicken – the greatest of all the chickens.

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Dear Gratitude Journal :

I’m grateful to whomever invented Asian fusion. It’s not the fried chicken and potato salad that I grew up on, but I think it’s my favorite cuisine now. I’m grateful for those cold compress ice packs because I am always swollen or injured. I’m grateful I was able to accomplish a lot today even though I am feeling kinda puny.

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Dear Gratitude Journal :

Even though I’m goal driven, I’m grateful I’m not a competitive person. People who always need to win have a hole in their aura that is impossible to fill, and they ruin the fun of game for the other players. I’m grateful for sites like Glassdoor. Companies need to have their references checked also. I’m grateful for homemade fried chicken and chocolate chip cookies. Two foods pretty much everyone is happy to eat.