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.

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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.

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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.

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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…

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Dear Gratitude Journal :

Dear Gratitude Journal : I’m grateful for chocolate truffles. They’re not quite as good as the raspberry cremes, but way better than caramels. I’m grateful for chefs and people who love to cook, and I’m grateful for hybrid cars.

The end.