I’m grateful that my time in poverty, although long and unpleasant, has provided me with perspective, and some amusing anecdotes. Happy not to go back, though. I’m grateful for people who work in restaurants, and have a passion for food and hospitality. There’s not a single one among us who has not missed eating out this past year. And, I’m grateful for patience. The only virtue that becomes weaker when practiced.
I’m grateful for hindsight. People are not who they appear to be and things never are. I’m grateful for my integrity. You can’t corrupt a person with no vices and no fear. And, I’m grateful for books.
It was a grey, cloudy day…the first in some time. So, I was grateful for the change. Quiet and somber, it’s as if the universe knows that there’s only a few more months left to accomplish our New Year’s resolutions to lose weight and save money. I’m grateful I worked late this week. I feel significantly less stressed. And, I’m grateful I still believe in love. I only hope that love still believes in me.
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.