OK, I really get uncomfortable with “gratitude” journals. The end result is always great but I feel like a little kid being forced to be grateful for what I have. It’s like when your mother tells you to clean your plate because there are starving Pygmys in New Guinea – it just make my hackles rise a bit and brings out the rebellious teenager.
With that being said I’ve committed to 30 days of “Gratitude”. It’s probably pretty good timing since I’ve been a bit of a SNOT around the house lately. I’m sure the boys would appreciate an attitude change from me.
1) I’m so GRATEFUL for my job and that I get to work from home;
2) I’m so GRATEFUL I don’t have to drive to work…or anywhere…in the FOG. It is FOG-tober in the Willamette Valley;
3) I’m Grateful that I have an understanding husband who mostly puts up and even supports my “weirdness”.