Several people I know keep a gratitude journal, and claim it’s life-altering. And, you know, I’m all about life-altering, so I often think it’s something I should try. Do you know what a gratitude journal is? Have you even heard of Oprah? She introduced the concept to the masses on her show years ago – the idea is to keep a daily written log of things for which you’re grateful.
I’ve resisted this habit because I don’t want to add another single item to my daily list of chores. Instead, I’ve been trying to keep a gratitude journal in my head. But DAMN, my brain is so chock-ful of useless information – did you know most French bulldogs can’t reproduce naturally because they’ve been bred to have slim hips? – that it automatically rejects new requests for lodging. For real. I can’t even remember the Diva’s cell phone number. But I remember my home phone number from when I was 12.
Anyway, when I think of something gratitude-y in my head, it’s a fleeting thought, like a butterfly I briefly admire before it flits off. Like, I am so awesomely grateful for those intricate cloud formations in the sky OH MY FUCKING GOD, LADY, JUST BECAUSE YOU’RE DRIVING AN ESCALADE THE SIZE OF EVEREST DOES NOT MEAN YOU CAN HONK YOUR HORN AT ME TO TURN IN A NO-TURN LANE.
So because it’s Thanksgiving Week, I want to start being thankful in written form in hopes that it will indeed be life-altering. I don’t think it needs to totally alter my life, but maybe just jolt it a bit. I’m challenging myself to blog about stuff for which I’m thankful every day this week. Do you think I can do it? Me either. But don’t bet against me, dude. I’m feeling motivated.
1 FREE. I am thankful to have ditched the toxic people in my life, yet appreciative of what they taught me. I now know that pink Himalayan salt can really make or break a meal.
2 YUMMY. The other day I bought an enormous stalk of Brussels sprouts, picked off the blooms, tossed them in olive oil and PINK HIMALAYAN SALT and roasted them, and they tasted like candy. So I am super grateful for fresh vegetables.
3 SHHH. It’s 6:15 am as I write this. My coffee is hot, the dogs are snoring on the couch, and I love this delicious quiet time when it’s just me awake, my lovey-doveys all safely asleep nearby. The day hasn’t dawned, but it’s there, waiting for me, and still has the potential to be great.
4 ADVIL. As much as I dream of living in a little house on the prairie like Laura Ingalls, I’m terrified of being removed from the reach of modern medicine. Headaches make me puke. Untreated depression nails me to my bed. Forgetting my hormone pill endangers the community at large. I have no idea how olden-times people led productive lives without basic medicinal assistance.
5 WIND. Every afternoon in her later years, my grandmother carried a lawn chair out to the middle of her driveway and watched the neighborhood. More often than not, a light breeze would lift the heavily-permed curls off the back of her neck, and she’d say, “Aww-aww! That’s a million dollar breeze there.” This time of year, especially, I feel those same cool breezes, and I inhale them greedily in loving memory of my Gan-Gan, like maybe if there’s really reincarnation, she came back as a million dollar breeze so she could always provide me with a little lift.
That’s all I’ve got for the day. My challenge to you is this: leave a message, even if it’s a single word, indicating something that makes you feel gratitude.