Dear Gratitude Journal :

I drove home through the city tonight; I’m so grateful that I’m not at a laundromat with a bunch of kids. The only thing that sucks more than the laundromat is the bus. I’ve spent a lot of time in both, and I’m so grateful I don’t need to use either anymore. I’m grateful that I spent more time today working than was required. I made significant progress on a big project, and I feel good about myself. And, I’m grateful tomorrow is a short day.

The end.

Dear Gratitude Journal :

I’m grateful for all the jobs I’ve had. I’ve always been suspicious of people who have worked for the same company their whole life. I’m grateful I’m an extremely organized person. You can help people to be better organized, but at the end of the day, you’re either a kid who stacks their blocks nicely, or you are not. And, I’m grateful for a day with no need for AC.

The end.

Dear Gratitude Journal :

I spent most of the day assembling a new office chair. I’m grateful it is functional. If Trump really wanted to protect us from China, he would ban the sales of assembly-required injection mold furniture — ruining weekends and destroying relationships for decades. I’m grateful for solar lighting. And I’m grateful that supermarkets have grab and go cold cuts and hot chickens. The end.

Dear Gratitude Journal :

Today was a hot, steamy day … more East Coast than West. It reminded me of vacations at The Shore, and dinners of cold chicken sandwiches, stuffed with thick slices of home-grown tomatoes, and speared with lots of mayonnaise. I’m grateful for the simpler times. Finally, I’m grateful for shipping updates, even though they just remind you the initial ETA was total BS.

The end.

Dear Gratitude Journal :

I’m grateful to learn that that I’m apparently still hot enough to inspire haters. Who knew that I’d be putting the “ass” in assisted living? I’m grateful for direct deposit and on-line bill pay. And, I’m grateful that my boss…whom I’ve never actually met IRL…actually seems to get me.

The end.

Dear Gratitude Journal :

I’m grateful that I was able to get my hair cut today even though I arrived late. I’m grateful that I stopped following foodies on Instagram; they just make me want to eat more, and I’m grateful that I live in a place where fresh veggies and fruit is easy to find and cheap.

The end.

Dear Gratitude Journal :

I’m grateful for chocolate. It’s one of life’s great pleasures. I’m grateful that I live in a place where leaving my house or car unlocked isn’t a problem. That was not always the case. And I’m grateful that despite the rocks, bruises, and exhaustion, I took the road less traveled. It has made all the difference.

The end.

Dear Gratitude Journal :

I’m grateful that I now prefer liquor to wine. It’s cheaper, has less sugar, and works more quickly. I’m grateful to the many people who hate my guts; life defines us not by who we are but more often by who we are not, and, especially today, I’m grateful for the vegan option.

The end.

Dear Gratitude Journal :

Sunday night is one of my favorite nights of the week. Chores done. The final load of laundry tumbles quietly in the dryer. Chicken dinner cut up for Monday lunch. The dawn of a new week; I’m grateful for peace, contentment, and another chance to get it right.

The end.