Dear Gratitude Journal :

I’m grateful that I’m an active millennial supporter. People used to roll their eyes, begrudge me my youth, and dismiss me in my salad days. In many ways, I’m not much smarter now than I was then. In those condescending moments, I would swear to myself that I would not act the same to the youngsters when my “boomer” time came, and I’ve been true to my word. Finally, I’m grateful for fried chicken. Of all the chickens, it’s the most beloved.

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Dear Gratitude Journal :

Even though I had to work, I’m grateful it was an easy, quiet, short day. I’m grateful I am prepared for tomorrow’s atmospheric river. When I think of what drainage was like when I moved into this dump. SMH. Some people just don’t understand how water works. Finally, I’m grateful for the Internet.

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Dear Gratitude Journal :

I’m grateful I’ve exercised some restraint when it comes to cosmetic procedures. California is filled with custom faces, constructed bodies, and even though mine is quite imperfect, I’m okay with it being more out-of-the-box, so to speak …. 🙂 I’m grateful I live near the mountains. In times of crisis, no one yells, “Run for the valley!” and I’m grateful for roasted chicken. It’s always a good dinner.

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Dear Gratitude Journal :

I’m grateful for my manager…who isn’t really my “boss,” but that’s a different story. I’ve had a shit load of crappy and mediocre managers, engagement managers are even worse, so my gratitude here is noteworthy. I’m grateful I’m employable. Good manager notwithstanding, I work in a volatile business in a uncertain world. And, I’m grateful for Yelp. A great invention.

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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.

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Dear Gratitude Journal :

I’m grateful that I’ve lived long enough to know that every “bad” thing that happens is actually a good thing. I’m grateful I play the long game. And, I’m grateful that while I’ve become less judgmental, I’ve also become less tolerant. You can’t go through life with catcher’s mitts on both hands; sometimes you need to throw shit back.

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Dear Gratitude Journal :

Today was a hot, steamy day … more East Coast than West. It reminded me of vacations at The Shore, and dinners of cold chicken sandwiches, stuffed with thick slices of home-grown tomatoes, and speared with lots of mayonnaise. I’m grateful for the simpler times. Finally, I’m grateful for shipping updates, even though they just remind you the initial ETA was total BS.

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Dear Gratitude Journal :

I’m grateful to whomever invented Chicken Cordon Bleu.  Any one of the ingredients is delicious; all three is really an embarrassment of riches. I’m grateful for the garbage guys. How lucky are we to live in a place where we put our trash out front, and the next days it’s gone! And, I’m grateful I don’t let my insecurities undermine my judgement.  Of course, I’d be more grateful if I didn’t have any insecurities, but insecurities make you human, bad judgement makes you an idiot.

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