Dear Gratitude Journal :

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.

The end.

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.

The end.