Dear Gratitude Journal :

I’m grateful for dentists and dental hygienists. The world would be a toothless mess without them. I’m grateful I was able to accomplish all my chores and errands on time and without complication, and I’m grateful for people who pick up the check.

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Dear Gratitude Journal :

I’m grateful that Costco was giving out samples of potato chips. Of course I would never do something as insane as bring home a Costco-size bag of chips, but I was reminded why everyone loves chips. I’m grateful my new glasses are comfortable, and I’m adorable in them, and I’m grateful tomorrow looks to be a rainy day.

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Dear Gratitude Journal :

I’m grateful for people who work in construction. Digging holes, carrying rocks, and mixing concrete is really hard work, and I’m grateful that I don’t have to do work like that for a living. I’m also grateful that I’m strong enough to easily put a 60 pound bag of mortar into my truck. If I weren’t, I’d probably still be at Home Depot.

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Dear Gratitude Journal :

Today I’m very grateful for cake. Any idiot can bake bread; cake is an art form. I’m grateful for the spectacular sunset during my drive up the coast, and I’m grateful for medical science. They can’t cure you, but they’re good at finding out what’s wrong.

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Dear Gratitude Journal :

When old, white, rich Republican men tell me that misogyny is just a “feeling” that women have (when they’re on their periods), I’m grateful that I’m no longer filled with a desire to choke the living shit outta them. Now, I’m filled with a strange, warm, ambivalent sadness for their SAD! cultural precept, Incel status, and gratitude that I date younger men.

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Dear Gratitude Journal :

Today I’m grateful just to be me. I know I’m too complicated for most people – people like easy – but nothing worthwhile is ever easy. I’m grateful I can sense other people thoughts and energies. And, I’m grateful that my time is billable, especially because my boss’s time is not.

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Dear Gratitude Journal :

I have had a lot to think about this week – both personally and professionally – and I’m grateful I’ve yet to come to any conclusions. I do know that I’m a big glass of Scotch, intoxicating to all but not exactly everyone’s taste. This week, I was reminded that lots of people think Scotch is gross, and there’s not a damn thing I can do about it except not be Scotch – and who would want a bar without Scotch? I’m grateful my cleaning lady comes on Friday. There’s nothing better than coming home to the smell of bleach and a clean house. And I’m grateful to have the doors open to the cool evening air.

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Dear Gratitude Journal :

My gig before this one was brain dead easy; this one has challenged me in ways I never thought I would encounter. And while I am proud of myself and grateful for the growth, like Goldilocks, I hope my next project is just right. I’m grateful my neighbors rescued a little dog. I wanted to get EB his own dog (now that he’s responsible enough), but now I don’t have to…. They saved a dog. Her son will have a cool, little buddy. EB has a friend, and I have a dog sitter. So much gratitude when you adopt a pet.