Dear Gratitude Journal :

I’m grateful that my dog will happily go anywhere with me, day or night, no questions asked. I’m grateful that I know The Cloud, Web 2.0 and The Digital Transformation all live in the same shitty neighborhood. And I’m grateful for my worm bin. It’s allowed me to reduce my carbon footprint just enough to justify buying prepackaged fruit.

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Dear Gratitude Journal :

I’m grateful for Amazon Prime’s amazing fulfillment process, and for all those drivers who bring stuff right to my door. What an amazing world. I’m very grateful I bought a nice plyer and wrench set last year. Sometimes you just need a vise grip.

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Dear Gratitude Journal :

I’m grateful that the yoga pants I bought two months ago are too big now. I’m grateful for the delicious pizza I had tonight to celebrate my smaller butt, and I’m grateful I understand the expression, “Sick as a dog,” without having to experience it first hand.

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Dear Gratitude Journal :

I’m grateful for fishermen or fishers (?). I eat a lot of seafood, and it would be a bummer if I had to catch it myself. I’m grateful for the long weekend, which allowed me some time to regroup and center, and I’m grateful for all things e-commerce. It’s a beautiful thing.

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Dear Gratitude Journal :

I’m grateful that people trust me enough to tell me that they hate other people. A sign of true simpatico. I’m grateful that its been cool enough to have the AC off for a good portion of the day. And, I’m grateful for ketchup, and it’s natural mellowing agents.

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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…

The end.