Dear Gratitude Journal :

It’s easy to talk about leading an authentic life and being true to yourself when things are going well, and everyone loves you. It’s not quite as easy when you aren’t in the zone, and you find yourself on the outside of the “In” crowd being judged and dismissed. So, tonight, I’m grateful for resilience. I’m grateful I’ve always been slightly ahead of the curve, left of center, out in front….And, I’m grateful for bread. I rarely eat it anymore, but damn, it IS good!

The end.

Dear Gratitude Journal :

I’m grateful that I don’t care enough about money to argue about it. I’m grateful for those dark chocolate KitKats. That’s a winner. And, I’m grateful it’s drying up. Spring is really here – we’re finally done with Winter.

The end.

Dear Gratitude Journal :

Pooja and I found a new dog park. I was anxious about going because the OC is full of Karens and Kens (aka GI Joes), and I was unsure of my pup’s behavior. I’m grateful that she did well, and everyone was friendly and chill. I’m grateful today required no air conditioning. And, I’m so grateful for every doctor, nurse, tech, admin and the massive number of health care professionals who work every day…with all kinds of <!@#$%@!!> people…to help us – literally – to live through this. So fortunate are we for their training and dedication.

The end.

Dear Gratitude Journal :

Life before Covid seems like a million years ago. I feel like I am finally moving from the messy middle into the path forward. I’m grateful for that. I’m grateful for a day spent doing some very difficult editing. It’s good practice. And, I’m grateful for fruit. A good piece is one of the best things in life.

The end.

Dear Gratitude Journal :

I’m grateful that I have reached a point in my life where I need to budget to buy windows, not to buy food. It wasn’t always like that. I’m grateful my home is cool and comfortable and smells of lavender. And, I’m grateful that stores sell single-serving slices of cake because I don’t have enough self control to have a whole cake in the house and, apparently, I’m not alone.

The end.

Dear Gratitude Journal :

Today, I was reminded – again – that I’m a big glass of Scotch in a Vodka world. I’m grateful that I realize Scotch is an acquired taste. And, even though there are times that I wished I were more accessible or more universally desirable, I still never met a woman I wanted to be, and I’m very grateful that I’m not like anyone else.

The end.

Dear Gratitude Journal :

I’m grateful that my dog will happily go anywhere with me, day or night, no questions asked. I’m grateful that I know The Cloud, Web 2.0 and The Digital Transformation all live in the same shitty neighborhood. And I’m grateful for my worm bin. It’s allowed me to reduce my carbon footprint just enough to justify buying prepackaged fruit.

The end.

 

Dear Gratitude Journal :

Even though I was tired and a bit hung over, I’m grateful I sucked it up and powered through the last few chores I had before settling in for the evening. The anticipated annoyance of having things incomplete is far greater than the temporary discomfort of being hot, hungry, and tired. I’m grateful for aspirin, and I’m grateful for those re-freezable sports bandages. A great invention.

The end.

 

Dear Gratitude Journal :

Success is mostly about just showing up and working honestly. I’m grateful for my capacity for change, and my work ethic. I’m grateful that messy hair is en vogue. I knew my time would come. And, I’m grateful that I’ve learned that saying No isn’t about having an attitude, it’s about boundaries and a healthy ego. Everyone should have both.

The end.