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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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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Dear Gratitude Journal :

Sunday night is one of my favorite nights of the week. Chores done. The final load of laundry tumbles quietly in the dryer. Chicken dinner cut up for Monday lunch. The dawn of a new week; I’m grateful for peace, contentment, and another chance to get it right.

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Dear Gratitude Journal :

I’m grateful for a small break in the heat.  It was almost cool this morning, and it was a good reminder of why I love California so. I’m grateful I got my sprinklers fixed a few months ago.  They’ve really helped conserve water.  And I’m grateful for the late summer brown and gold of the garden. Each season is beautiful.

The end.