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.

Dear Gratitude Journal :

Today was another gray, rainy day, so I’m grateful that I was occupied with work and other tasks, which helped the gloomy morning pass quickly. I’m grateful for my optimism. It’s not a family trait, and it requires some effort (and I’m determined to make a greater one). And, I’m grateful for the new growth I see in all the plants and trees. They’ve suffered these past years, and you can feel their celebratory energy.

The end.

Dear Gratitude Journal :

I’m grateful for fishermen or fishers (?). I eat a lot of seafood, and it would be a bummer if I had to catch it myself. I’m grateful for the long weekend, which allowed me some time to regroup and center, and I’m grateful for all things e-commerce. It’s a beautiful thing.

The end.

Dear Gratitude Journal :

I’m grateful that people trust me enough to tell me that they hate other people. A sign of true simpatico. I’m grateful that its been cool enough to have the AC off for a good portion of the day. And, I’m grateful for ketchup, and it’s natural mellowing agents.

The end.

Dear Gratitude Journal :

I’m grateful that I have trained a really well-behaved dog. He’s a pleasure to bring places, and his energy is so positive that everyone loves him. I’m grateful for the sound of the fountain in my back yard, and I’m grateful for the chance to get out of town for a little while.

The end.

Dear Gratitude Journal :

I’m grateful for art….the world needs artists.  We have enough lawyers and business majors. I’m grateful for the soft blue haze that hung over the city all day softening the edges of the concrete and glass, and I’m grateful that life provided a view from above not below.

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Dear Gratitude Journal :

Today I had several meetings in different cities and I’m so grateful I was on time or early for all of them. I’m grateful for whomever invented Asian fusion otherwise I’d have nothing to eat, and I’m grateful for those cold compress ice packs because I am always swollen or injured.

The end.

Dear Gratitude Journal :

I’m grateful for the truth. It does set you free, even if that means a free fall to land flat on your face. I’m grateful that perception is subjective. I’ve come to accept that sliver in my eye, but I’m grateful others reminded me it’s there…

The end.