#Grateful ~ 12/11/20

A week ago I wrote about sitting in such a constant state of worry that I’m not really living. At least that’s what is in this post if you read between the lines. Always the Queen of Innuendo or the Queen comma Drama.

Taking my emotional well being back into my own hands, I am once again writing in a gratitude journal. Three things each day. Repetition is okay too says the lovely Mary. I share her wonderful post with you now. Written back on 11/25/20 and read by me as I decompressed on 11/27/20, these words were something I didn’t realize I needed to see until I read it. And since that fateful day otherwise known as Black Friday 2020, I have stuck to my guns.

This orange hardback gratitude journal of my feature image was purchased by me over five years ago at a Barnes & Nobles Black Friday sale. Ironic, don’t cha think? Move on Alanis, this is not stream.

Ya see I never pay full price for anything … or for many things. I shop for bargains with the best of them. But this journal was too pretty to use. Instead for a brief window in 2019, I wrote my three grateful things a day in my commonplace book. I was waiting for lightning to strike or some other “special” event to spur me into using this preformatted record. I guess I bought the journal for show. Haha!

But no more for show! I now have two weeks worth of entries. I have created a practice to write my three new or recycled things for which I am eternally grateful. Then I re-read past entries from day one aka 11/27/20 aka the day I started trying once again to let go. And my attitude is slowly adjusting for the better. I know I will never be “cured” but this exercise calms what ails me. Aaahhh now that’s the sweet stuff.

As always, more to come.