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 :

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.

The end.

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.

The end.

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.

The end.

Dear Gratitude Journal :

I’m grateful to learn that that I’m apparently still hot enough to inspire haters. Who knew that I’d be putting the “ass” in assisted living? I’m grateful for direct deposit and on-line bill pay. And, I’m grateful that my boss…whom I’ve never actually met IRL…actually seems to get me.

The end.

Dear Gratitude Journal :

I’m grateful for chocolate. It’s one of life’s great pleasures. I’m grateful that I live in a place where leaving my house or car unlocked isn’t a problem. That was not always the case. And I’m grateful that despite the rocks, bruises, and exhaustion, I took the road less traveled. It has made all the difference.

The end.

Dear Gratitude Journal :

I’m grateful that I now prefer liquor to wine. It’s cheaper, has less sugar, and works more quickly. I’m grateful to the many people who hate my guts; life defines us not by who we are but more often by who we are not, and, especially today, I’m grateful for the vegan option.

The end.

Dear Gratitude Journal :

I’m grateful I haven’t given up hope that someday, somewhere, someone will say to me, “You’re perfect just the way you are…” I’m grateful I am surrounded by beautiful plants, art, and sculpture, and I’m grateful yoga helps me to forget about whomever everyone needs me to be.

The end.