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.

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Dear Gratitude Journal :

Even though my current client’s offices aren’t as swank as some of the office “parks” I’ve worked in, I’m grateful that I can park right near the door. Schlepping in from a parking structure sucks. I’m also grateful that there are two bars across the parking lot. I’ve only been to one. And, I’m grateful that I can work from home because there’s no place like it.

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Dear Gratitude Journal :

Today, I’m grateful for all the annotated white papers I’ve researched and written for people who didn’t give a shit. I got paid for them, so that part was good, and I knew the work would pay off for me, and I’m grateful it has. And, I’m grateful my knee isn’t as messed up as it feels.

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Dear Gratitude Journal :

This has been a week that has challenged my maturity and my integrity, and I’m grateful that I refuse to let the noise of other’s opinions drown out my inner voice. I’m grateful that I’m not like everyone else. Quiet women don’t make history. And, I’m grateful that my self-respect isn’t for sale. That alone makes me rich beyond measure.

The end.