Tag: mindfulness

Dear Gratitude Journal :

Today I’m grateful I was able to reconnect with a boss I worked for almost 30 years ago, and even more grateful that I was able to thank her for being such an amazingly powerful and positive influence on my life. I’m grateful for all the great bosses and clients I’ve over the past few years. (I’ve become much better at choosing them.) The life-suckers teach you self-respect and how not to make the same mistakes – and I’m grateful for those lessons – I just wish they could be a little frequent and tiresome.

The end.

Dear Gratitude Journal :

Pooja and I found a new dog park. I was anxious about going because the OC is full of Karens and Kens (aka GI Joes), and I was unsure of my pup’s behavior. I’m grateful that she did well, and everyone was friendly and chill. I’m grateful today required no air conditioning. And, I’m so grateful for every doctor, nurse, tech, admin and the massive number of health care professionals who work every day…with all kinds of <!@#$%@!!> people…to help us – literally – to live through this. So fortunate are we for their training and dedication.

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Dear Gratitude Journal :

Life before Covid seems like a million years ago. I feel like I am finally moving from the messy middle into the path forward. I’m grateful for that. I’m grateful for a day spent doing some very difficult editing. It’s good practice. And, I’m grateful for fruit. A good piece is one of the best things in life.

The end.

Dear Gratitude Journal :

I’m grateful that I have reached a point in my life where I need to budget to buy windows, not to buy food. It wasn’t always like that. I’m grateful my home is cool and comfortable and smells of lavender. And, I’m grateful that stores sell single-serving slices of cake because I don’t have enough self control to have a whole cake in the house and, apparently, I’m not alone.

The end.

Dear Gratitude Journal :

I’m grateful for art, art lovers and patrons.  The world needs artists; we have enough lawyers, MBAs, and English majors. I’m grateful for the soft blue haze that hangs over the city softening the edges of concrete and glass. And, I’m grateful that life has finally provided a view from above not below. It’s nice here.

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Dear Gratitude Journal :

I’m grateful that the previous owner installed one of those flexible restaurant faucets in the kitchen. I never had one before, but I’ll always have one now. I’m grateful for a lazy day. I’m not good at doing nothing, but every once in a while it’s nice to be a slug. And I’m grateful for texting. Drunk or sober, its nice to know people love you.

The end.

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 :

This is a short week. End of the quarter. The energy is odd. Mercury is in retrograde. Many people are sick. Even more are unemployed. It’s hard to be optimistic when problems are so big, and you are so little. I suppose I’m grateful that I’ve come to accept that it’s not a matter of if, it’s a matter of when, I get Covid. I’m grateful that I’m healthy, and that I have medical insurance (for now). I’m grateful the library has reopened. And, I’m grateful for backyard fruit.

The end.

 

Dear Gratitude Journal :

Today, I was reminded – again – that I’m a big glass of Scotch in a Vodka world. I’m grateful that I realize Scotch is an acquired taste. And, even though there are times that I wished I were more accessible or more universally desirable, I still never met a woman I wanted to be, and I’m very grateful that I’m not like anyone else.

The end.