Dear Gratitude Journal :

This a bit of dreary time of year for me. Cold, dark, missing people who aren’t here anymore. Thinking about when time(s) were simpler, and when more of my life was ahead of me, not behind me – like it is now. It makes me grateful for all the Christmas lights. They are cheerful, and even the little decorations make the dark days – literally – brighter. I’m grateful for the retrogrades, and the time to reflect. There’s stuff I’m not going to bring with me into 2023…buh-bye. And, I’m grateful I’ve been able to line up a few people to do work at the house. My dream for 2023 is to live in a place where nothing is broken, damaged, and every single thing works. Dream BIG!

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Dear Gratitude Journal :

Even though I’m grateful for my job, I don’t think too many people came bouncing into work today. That’s okay. I’m grateful the year begins. I’m grateful for books, and for people who can write well. And I’m grateful that I’m only a 1/2 pound overweight. Given the mass cookies ingested these past two weeks, a half pound is indeed something for which to be grateful!

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Dear Gratitude Journal :

I awoke New Year’s Day feeling a bit disappointed. It felt like just like another day. But as the day progressed, I began to feel lighter and more optimistic. I’m grateful 2020 is truly in the past. I’m grateful I have a few more days off to clean, organize, and do some planning. And, I’m grateful for champagne. A great invention.

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Dear Gratitude Journal :

The day was bright and cheerful; I can feel the quiet energy of the plants and trees grateful for the return of the sun. I’m grateful I was able to go into town today. I haven’t been there since the pandemic began. So many For Rent signs, shuttered restaurants, empty parking lots. A very different life than last year, but every end is a new beginning. This is no different. And, I’m grateful for film, filmmakers, storytellers, and artists. Since the time of cave paintings — the world needs art.