Hmmmm.... there must be a better way to say what it is I'm attempting to say. Basically I'm grateful for my ability to keep both my mouth, as well as my keyboard on lockdown when I feel it's in everybodys best interest to do so. Which to be honest is a huge deal coming from a recovering Opinionaholic like myself.
Yes, I'm 'that' guy. Or better yet, I WAS that guy. The guy that IMO always wanted to help you out by showing you the error in your thinking by means of informing you of the truth. If I felt passionately about a particular subject and also felt I knew the subject well enough to know what I was talking about, then I'd go right ahead and say what it was I was thinking.
Not only as a means of getting my thoughts across but quite often to correct the misguided thinking of someone else. Which, as you can imagine, didn't always go over too well. Turns out people are going to think and to believe whatever it is they believe, despite how wrong they are. At least that's what I think anyway.
Some are even prepared to defend their density, to the death. Which I have no interest in taking things that far. Eventually I came to realize that if they aren't willing to open their minds on their own, do a bit of their own due diligence, as well as do whatever it takes to find the truth, then nothing I could say was going to change their mind.
Regardless of how much I wanted them to see the light, they never would. In the end, armed with all the factual proof in the world, I would still be a ball of frustration wondering how on earth they could remain so closed minded and brain washed. How they just didn't get it.
And all the while they were nice and comfy in Delusionville, just east of Dumbdown Town, still thinking their thoughts. Blissfully unaware of anything even remotely close to reality. Matter of fact, it almost appeared as if they preferred it that way. As if I was interrupting their sleepthinking. As if they were afraid to admit the truth to themselves.
Because the truth would force them to open their eyes, as well as their minds, to many other truths they didn't want to know. That they were afraid to know. Better to keep their heads buried in the sand. It's safer there.
And me, with my hunger for knowledge and truth, I just couldn't understand this line of thinking. Without a doubt I'm on a need to know basis with myself. I NEED TO KNOW! When I find I have a question about something. Even, for example, something as simple as "Where do ants vacation in the winter" or "How many bristles on average are there on a typical 2in. wide disposable paint brush?", I'm immediately off and running to Google or YouTube or wherever, busily gathering info to give me the most accurate answer in the shortest amount of time possible. Isn't that what the internet's for?
Not that knowing the answers to these simple questions (and many others) is going to change my life in any way but it's that hunger for knowledge that won't allow me to 'just fogetaboutit'. Nope, I gotta know.
After all, I wouldn't have asked myself the question (in my head) in the first place if I wasn't, for some strange reason or another, curious about it. Just for my own benefit. And if I don't do some digging for the answer, my brain will continually remind me that I gotta know. Just to know. And once I know, it's not like I'm going door to door asking people if they know where ants go in the winter merely on the chance that they won't know, allowing me to tell them where to go. Ooops, I mean where ants go.
I mean c'mon now, even I know that would be stupid. Heck, it's bad enough that I want to know in the first place, but there's no need to have a battle of wits with someone over something so inconsequential. So meaningless in the grand scheme of things.
However, if we're talking about something more along the lines of "When did they start making cereal boxes half as 'deep' as they used to be so that, from the front they visually appear to have just as much cereal in them as they always did (thereby not having to raise their prices) and yet, these boxes are now so thin they barely stand up on the store shelves by themselves?" Ya know, hugely important life changing stuff like that.
Then that is something I just might be prepared to stand my ground for. But at the end of the day I'm finally beginning to learn that it's best for all involved if I just keep my mouth, as well as my keyboard, shut.
If others wanted to know the answers to these and other brain bending questions, all they would have to do is a bit of research and they too could quench their thirst for knowledge. That's if they possessed that thirst for knowledge, which apparently most people don't.
Another remedy of sorts to help ease my feeling of 'They really need to know the truth as I see it' is to just go ahead and type up a response to their opinion. But rather than SEND it, I'll just delete it. That accomplishes two things. Not only does it help me by reinforcing what I believe to be the facts but it also eliminates my unspoken need to drag it out any further because they never even received my 'unsent' response to their stupidity.
I can then rest easy knowing what I know and they can continue on, clueless as ever, not knowing the slightest thing about what it is they're referring to. Basically it's a win/win.
The only unfortunate thing in my being a recovering Opinionaholic is that no one realizes just how hard I work at it. How difficult it is for me to keep my thoughts and opinions to myself on a 24/7 basis.
In fact, it's pretty much a full time job. Without pay no less. But what I've learned along the way is that you can't fix the thinking of those that don't think their thinking needs fixin'. They have to be aware that their thinkin' needs fixin' before you can fix it and who am I to tell them their thinkin' needs fixin'. That's on them.
And oh, just in case you're curious, as it turns out ants apparently head to the Antilles (a group of islands bordered by the Caribbean Sea to the south and west, the Gulf of Mexico to the northwest, and the Atlantic Ocean to the north and east) during the winter. Who'd a thunk. And remember, you heard it here first.
Day 27 ~ Details.... Details
Without going in to too much detail, let's just say I'm grateful for being detail oriented. Or perhaps better yet, detail conscious. Like they say, 'The beauty is in the details' and I couldn't agree more.
For me, the details highlight a higher degree of effort, as well as a better finished product. A nicer result, because you don't really notice the details until you reach completion. Whether that 'product' is virtual or physical, somehow tangible in one form or another, I believe it's the small stuff that shows sincere effort all the way from start to finish.
Yes, some people refer to it as a touch of OCD (Obsessively Cool Dudeness) of which I'm clearly guilty as charged. And a couple other not quite as flattering terms but whichever way you choose to look at it, it's the details that give the finished product that extra bit of class.
One thing's for certain, it's most definitely the details that show the amount of effort (or lack thereof) that were laboriously poured in to the task at hand. While not all people will appreciate all the details involved, or even notice them in the first place, in my case that's not really the point.
For me, it's knowing inside that not only did I gave it my all but that I'm also proud of my work that matters most. That I did my best to present things in the best light possible, doing all I could to deliver on my word. Which is always to give my best at everything I do. It's just how I roll.
I'm not cut out to be a 'half assed' type of person. It's just not me. Of course, keeping in mind that I'm also a recovering Perfectionist, the level of details I'm striving for can often be a tricky balancing act. A little more, a little less, perhaps somewhere in the middle would be best. Luckily, for me anyway, there are usually time constraints of one sort or another to contend with and more often that not it's those time limitations that can help me to reach a bit of finality and to bring a project to a close.
When time's up, it's up. Done or not, you're finished and let the chips fall where they may. You just have to know you did all you could within your allotted time frame and let's hope you used your time wisely.
The elusive element for me seems to be the satisfaction of a job well done. Meaning, I almost always seem to feel I could have somehow done better had I had more time. Of course, that's after the fact. After delivery, when there's nothing else that can be done to affect the outcome.
If time was endless and there were no deadlines, chances are I might have been able to do better. Then again, perhaps not. But on that same token, that could also lead to over working your project to the point of ruining it and having to start completely over.
I'm sure that anyone that has ever worked on an art project of any sort can relate to that scenario playing out. Just a tweak here or a twerk there and BLAM, the entire project is ruined. Time to reboot and start all over.
So again, it's that fine line between knowing when enough is enough and too much is more than enough. Knowing when all the details have been fully detailed right down to the last detail and that no detail has been left undetailed, that's the key to details.
Day 28 ~ Communication
Yes, I'm uber grateful for communication. To me, communication is an art form. It's the cornerstone for each and every relationship in our lives. According to the 'regular' dictionary, communication refers to; the purposeful activity of information exchange between two or more participants in order to convey or receive the intended meanings through a shared system of signs and semiotic rules. The basic steps of communication are the forming of communicative intent, message composition, message encoding, transmission of signal, reception of signal, message decoding and finally interpretation of the message by the recipient.
Phew! Long story short, according to the Suburban Dictionary, communication means; the imparting or exchanging of information or news. ~ a means of connection between people or places, in particular.
At the end of the day, it's in essence two or more people yappin' at one another, hoping to get their point across in a relatively easily understood manner. Sheesh, that's the trouble with communication in general, for the most part everybody communicates in different ways and things can easily get lost in translation. But having said that, to find common ground with a like minded individual, although extremely difficult, can be oh so rewarding.
Be it business, personal, or anything in that general vicinity, communication is undoubtedly a key ingredient. Without it, we're screwed. Yes, integrity, trust, honesty, a willingness to be open and direct are all huge parts of communication but without the 'other' person being open to open communication, none of that matters.
Similar to playing tennis, both 'players' need to be on similar levels for a satisfying game to be achieved. If one player can barely lob it over the net and the other player has a wicked forehand and continually smashes it back over the net, time after time, there will continually be a severe 'gap' in the level of communication between both sides. As well as a lack of excitement and loss of interest to go along with it.
The 'lobber' will eventually grow tired of getting schooled and the 'smasher' will soon grow tired of the lack of 'positive returns' and each will eventually go their separate ways, both pulling their strings out, claiming they were completely misunderstood.
The same goes for communication. When you're speaking with someone face to face, you can usually tell early on if they are engaged in the conversation, looking you straight in the eyes and alert to what you're saying or if they're looking everywhere BUT in your eyes, shuffling their feet, looking like they have to go to the bathroom and otherwise totally distracted. Basically not listening to a damn thing you're saying.
At which point you can tell it's either time to dig a bit deeper and see what this individual is truly like on a deeper level or just get the hell outta the way before you get shoved aside in their mad dash for relief.
But in today's world of virtual vociferousness, that's not always an option. When quite a bit of communication takes place online, it escalates the possibility of being misunderstood with each and every keystroke.
Especially for someone such as myself. I admit it, I enjoy lighthearted banter, as well as quick witted, dry-ish humor. And I'd like to think that I can 'take it' as well as I can 'dish it'. But without the availability of an actual sarcasm emoticon, online communication for someone such as myself can be difficult at best.
On occasion my words and their intention can be misconstrued and it can lead to feelings that were never intended to be felt by the other party involved in the conversation. Which is truly unfortunate. Because not all people are as open minded or willing to accept an apology for an unintentional misunderstanding.
Some people are overly quick to react, especially when they feel as if they've been dissed. And for them, saying you're sorry ain't gonna cut it. They're upset and they're not likely to forget it. At least not anytime soon. But to be honest, if they are that quick to judge and react negatively, not wanting to take the time to hear your apology nor your explanation, then in all likelihood things probably wouldn't have gone much more productively in 'real' life.
Better to just move on, knowing that you had no intention of hurting their feelings and if they can't take a joke (or aren't open to an apology for a well meaning misunderstanding), then so be it.
Another trouble spot for a person such as myself, if I'm speaking with someone that is lacking in the sense of humor dept., chances are we wouldn't have a whole bunch to talk about anyway. But that sort of lack of communication, that inability to 'get' the other person, makes it oh so sweet when you finally do find someone that 'gets' you.
Someone that you can openly converse with, knowing that the other person is not only listening to what you have to say but is freely offering their side to the conversation as well. Not like you're pulling teeth, dragging their response out of them but in essence, they are the yang to your yin..... or vice versa.
Communication like that is priceless and getting increasingly more and more difficult to find each and every day. Another huge part of communication, IMO of course, is knowing when to keep ones mouth closed and just listen to what the other person has to say. After all, I think we all enjoy having someone take the time to listen, allowing us to get our point across. Some perhaps more than others, but at the end of the day I'll bet we'd all like to voice our opinions and have someone interested enough to listen.
And regardless of whether or not they agreed with our viewpoint or not, at least knowing that they made the effort to listen shows a huge amount of respect. As you might be able to tell, I'm without a doubt pro communication on all levels. I feel it is such a necessary ingredient in all aspects of our lives.
Yes, it does require actual participation on the part of both parties but IMO, when you find someone of the opposite sex that knows what you're going to say, even before you do, and can finish your sentences for you, that's nirvana.
Not to mention just about the most fun you can have with your clothes on. Were you listening closely to what I said? Yes, just about the most fun you can have WITH YOUR CLOTHES ON. Nice chatting with you and thanks for listening.
Day 29 ~ Problems As Challenges
Meaning that I'm grateful for just how far I've come towards learning to view my problems as challenges. I'm not going to say I always do, that's for sure, but I will say that I've made quite a bit of progress in that direction. And believe me, that wasn't always the case.
In the old days, a bit over a decade or so ago, my default reaction to pretty much all my problems was to just pop a cap. Pop a cap or six on a 12 pack that is. Sure, it didn't actually fix the problem but at least it took my mind off it for the rest of that day. Or night as it were.
Nope, didn't solve a damn thing but at least I was able to move on mentally to something else. To redirect my focus in another direction. Unfortunately, first thing the next morning, there it (they) were. My problems, still looming larger than ever. Only by that time two things were different.
The problems themselves seemed to compound with the passing of time and my wallet was quite a bit lighter. And not in a good way. Other than those two things, the problem itself was still straight ahead, flashing twice as brightly as it was previously and looming larger than ever.
Which of course caused me to dwell on it even more so. Not to mention wanting another beer to make it disappear. Never fixing it nor solving it, just hiding from it and pretending it wasn't happening.
And sure enough it led to another rinse and repeat session, poppin' a few more caps in hopes of it disappearing and shocker of all shockers, it just snowballed, getting worse, until eventually it manifested in to the monumental nightmare that I had originally imagined it to be.
Had I dealt with it in the beginning, it's highly likely that wouldn't have been the case. Have you ever noticed just how many life changing, end of the world, top of the horrific scale problems we're faced with daily, only to tackle them and move on with barely a looming memory remaining? If you think about it, probably more than you thought. Seems to happen all the time.
Something will pop up in the 'not so good' zone and our initial reaction is OMG, how on earth am I ever going to deal with THAT disaster. How can I ever solve that nightmare. Make it disappear with the least amount of damage. Let the brewin' and stewin' begin.
Hour after hour, day after day, sometimes even week after week, we continue to stew over it, wondering how we're ever going to get beyond it without losing everything we own along the way. And the more we stew and brew over it, the larger it becomes so that by the time we actually get up the guts to tackle it, it's pretty much akin to a trip up Mt. Everest in shorts, a tshirt and Crocs. An impossible journey at best.
And then, before you know it, one way or another it's problem solved. Or at least dealt with to the point that a plan has been laid out and eventually the problem will be resolved. For better or worse.
Sure, there's likely to be some collateral damage from it but in the end the imaginary version of it is usually so much worse than the reality of it. And another thing I began to notice was that as time went on it became increasingly more and more difficult to even remember what last weeks 'life-enders' even were.
Those things I thought I'd never survive, not only were they behind me but they were no longer in my memory bank. Sure, some had been replaced by a new problem of some sort but for the most part, tackling the original problem in some way or another removed the original nightmare from the list altogether.
Who'd a thunk that would happen. Certainly not me, that's for sure. Needless to say I've got a pretty healthy imagination and if you need someone to take something as far as it can go, and beyond, I'm your guy. I can think a 'situation' all the way through, right to the end. And then some.
I can play out the entire scenario in my head, start to finish, turn after terribly twisting turn until it reaches a relatively reasonable conclusion, making all the sense in the world along the way. Problem is, more often than not, the first twist ends up being something I hadn't considered and from there on through to completion, none of it goes as my imagination had originally predicted.
Imagine that. All the horrible things I'd imagined were going to happen never actually materialized. The problem ended up getting solved without all the needless drama. But it's only been in this last decade or so that the light bulb went on for me.
Seems as if there has been a big change in my thinking since I quit drinking. And the funniest part of all is that I've been faced with so many more disastrous disasters since I quit drinking than I ever had to face when I was drinking. It's almost as if the true 'test' of my tenacity, my ability to avoid buckling under pressure was when I was completely sober, with nowhere to hide. No way out. No place to escape to.
I guess that's where the saying "I picked a terrible time to quit drinking" originated. Because there's been plenty of times since I quit drinking when I sure could have used a drink. But by that time I knew darn well that it wouldn't have 'fixed' anything. So why bother.
All it would have done was created another huge failure in my world and that's the last thing I needed at the time. I was already drowning in one failure after another, as one property after another went down the drain. And no amount of drinks would ever bring them back.
In fact, just the opposite. I was smart enough to realize that had I started drinking again, they would have only disappeared that much quicker. And that's also about the time I began to realize the 'lessons' I was learning in the midst of my world crumbling.
I was finally getting the drift that my perception of the end of my world was anything but that. With each short sale or foreclosure that took a bite out of my credit rating (as well as my bank account) came a small sense of relief. Time after time I began to feel a weight being lifted off my shoulders as the 'problem' was removed from my life.
No, none of this was what I ever wanted, nor intended to happen. But it did happen. It was reality and I had no other option but to face that reality. And that's where the challenge aspect began to materialize. I knew the problem would need to be solved, in one way or another. And at that time, it was highly doubtful that any of the problems would reach a happy conclusion.
So the challenge became how would I respond to the outcome of each dramafest. After all, there wasn't anything I could do to affect the actual outcome itself. I was merely along for the ride. However, it was entirely up to me what happened after that outcome was realized and which way I chose to deal with the outcome.
Sure, I could have easily given up, wallowed in the 'why me's' or I could look at each situation as another lesson learned. Another challenge conquered, and just move on with the experience I gained from the experience being my teacher. And for the most part, that's what I tried to do. Take each and every episode as another life lesson.
And surprisingly enough I somehow survived all those supposedly insurmountable challenges. And even more surprisingly, somehow lived to tell about it. Keep in mind these were all 'life-enders' in my book. Things I could never recover from. But yet I did.
I'm not saying it's over by any means. Even a decade later I'm still suffering the ripples of the fiasco. But I know that eventually all these challenges will be replaced by other, more current challenges. That's life.
Thanks to my track record from the previous challenges, I'm feeling pretty confident that I'll be able to take on any future challenges that are likely to come my way. And survive those as well.
So as odd as it may seem, I'm actually grateful in a way that my life crumbled as it did because I was able to prove to myself that when the shtuff hit the fan, I was able to take on some serious challenges and come out victorious in doing so.
Day 30 ~ Serendipity
This might seem an odd 'thing' to be grateful for but it has played a huge role in my life. At least from what I can decipher anyway. It's the only way I can explain it.
Let's look at what the dictionary has to say about the word Serendipity, shall we.
1. The faculty of making fortunate discoveries by accident.
2. The fact or occurrence of such discoveries.
3. An instance of making such a discovery.
4. Luck that takes the form of finding valuable or pleasant things that are not looked for.
Sounds simple enough, right? Basically, to me serendipity signifies randomly unexpected good stuff happening out of nowhere. I'm not a huge believer in luck per se. Although I do use the terms 'got lucky' or 'getting lucky' on occasion. But that's more of an expression than an actual event.
I do however believe most perceived luck happens because of the preparation, both mental, as well as physical, put forth prior to the so called 'lucky' experience taking place. Concerning serendipity though, I prefer to think of it more as something that was meant to happen (without outside influence) and yet there is no feasible explanation for it happening.
It just happened and since it's looked upon as a good (if not a great) thing that has happened, no explanation is required. None desired nor even necessary. It just is what it is. Don't pick it apart, just enjoy it.
One of my most favoritest parts of the word Serendipity is that as it turns out, it was my Moms favorite word. So how could I not like it. Somewhere around 15 or so years ago (I can't quite remember exactly when) she asked me to make her a Serendipity sign for her front porch. Since I was enjoying carving split logs at the time, creating various signs in my spare time, I said sure, no problem. And even though my Mom passed away in 2010, the sign still remains on the front porch.
Although it's without a doubt showing some serious signs of aging (which I love the patina), IMO it still looks good for being at least 15 or 20 years old by now. So the very fact that it still exists is saying something right there. The wood still be good. But the cool thing about the word Serendipity itself is that it was never really on my radar much (if at all) until she asked me to create the sign. And who would have ever guessed that some 8 or 10 years after that it would turn out to be one of my most favoritest words as well.
It was right around that time that I was working hard on changing my life. In a big way. I had quit drinking and I had also quit my job that I had for far too many years. I also left San Diego after spending over half my life there. Talk about a Major Life Makeover, there wasn't much I wasn't changing. I wasn't happy in any aspect of my life and it was time for a serious 'lifeswap', reboot and revamp.
And part of that rebuilding process was pursuing a long time desire to work in Real Estate. Something I'd always wanted to do but never delved any deeper than merely thinking about it because not only would it require some serious effort on my part. But it would have put a serious damper in my drinking schedule. And we certainly couldn't have that, now could we.
Difficult to show, let alone sell homes, when you're drunk. And the thought of having to be sober and "on call" quite a bit of the time wasn't all that appealing either. But now that sobriety was tops on my Presto Change-O list, excuses be damned.
Real Estate became not only a possibility but a huge priority for me as well. And it was during my pursuit of my R.E. License that I met a woman that would forever change my life. In more ways than I could ever imagine. Her timing was impeccable, even though prior to our meeting she had no idea who I was, let alone that I even existed. Or what was going on in my life at the time.
But the more we got to know each other, the more I was able to describe to her the impact she had on me as well as my life. I won't say any more about our actual 'meeting' here but for those that wish to know a few more of the 'details', I wrote this blog post (You Were Right On Time) many years ago in an attempt to describe to her what an impact she had on me. And how her continually amazing display of strength gave me so much strength in many of my darkest hours.
With her having passed away in April of '09, she has been my Guardian Angel since that time. And any time I ever even begin to consider giving up or not doing my damndest to conquer another of life's challenges, of any kind, I immediately think of what her response would be to that same hurdle.
And I immediately do my best to alter my attitude and power through the task at hand. Because I know inside she would NEVER give up. No matter what she faced. And she took on challenges on a daily basis that would take down mere mortals any day of the week. And she did it with such a beautiful smile, a warm heart and an overwhelming attitude of gratitude.
To this day I consider our random meeting that early morning in October of '06 to be more than mere happenstance. It was nothing short of Serendipity. There is no other way to explain it. A minute here or there and more than likely everything would have been different. Luckily I'll never know.
The timing of everything couldn't have been anywhere near as precise, even with all the pre planning in the world. Just too many variables to ever pinpoint it close enough. I truly believe it happened because it was meant to happen. It was going to happen and am I ever truly grateful that it did happen.
She's given me strength, helping me when I had nowhere else to turn. She was my rock. My example of truly living life, grateful for every aspect of it. Grateful for every sunrise, as well as every sunset. And every minute in between, squeezing the most she possibly could out of each and every second of each day. She taught me what it truly means to have an Attitude Of Gratitude.
Day 31 ~ Epilogue
And so I've reached the end of my "30 Days Of An Attitude Of Gratitude" journey. And to be honest, I wasn't sure as to whether I should refer to this final post as an 'Epilogue', an 'Afterword', the 'Conclusion', a 'Wrap Up' or just plain consider it 'goal achieved, The End'.
Yeah, it's pretty obvious I'm no literary genius by any means. But having said that, I will say this 30 day, 24K+ word exploration from within has been nothing but rewarding. In many ways.
Not only has it helped me to see, at a glance, just how many things I have to be grateful for but it has also opened my eyes to just how many of those things I tend to forget. As well as to take for granted on a daily basis.
Meaning, things that don't immediately pop in to my head when thinking about reasons for being grateful. Which in a nutshell was the basic reasoning behind the entire endeavor to begin with. To remind myself of just how many things in my daily life that I take for granted and have no right to do so.
Because many of these 'things' can be snatched away in a split second. None of us are guaranteed anything in life. Least of all another shot at a better life starting first thing tomorrow morning. No siree, no guarantees whatsoever. Things can (and quite often do) change in the blink of an eye.
More often than not in ways we never even imagined, let alone wanted to imagine. So the best thing we can do is to make the most out of our here and now. To seize the day (or the night) as it were.
Could I continue on with this challenge another week or two, maybe more? Probably so. In fact I know I could. There are more than plenty of things I have to be grateful for. Does that mean that I have everything I want out of life? Heck to the no it certainly doesn't. Not even close.
But that's the good part. That's what keeps me hungry for the future. Keeps me excited to see what might open up for me tomorrow. Next week, next month. Keeps me anxious about upcoming possibilities and without something (or someone) to look forward to, what's the point.
I'd hate to have already achieved each and every goal I ever set for myself. How boring would that be. I have a feeling that's one of the big reasons Oprah still continues to work. One would think that when you already have so much money that the only thing on this planet left to buy is a Virgin Galactic ticket, allowing you to take a trip north and go planet shopping, you'd better dang well come up with some other means of excitement in your life.
Something other than just spending money for the sake of spending money. As hard as it is to imagine, I would think that endlessly shopping for 'stuff' would eventually lead to being 'over stuffed'. And then what. Not to say I wouldn't like to give it a shot. But I have a strong feeling I pretty much know how it would turn out.
In my case I'd love to endlessly travel the world, seeing as well as experiencing everything this amazing planet has to offer. As they say, "Living on room service." To run my own long term version of the Amazing Race.
I have a distinct feeling that it would take me quite a bit of time before I'd be able to exhaust the 'Fun Factor' in an adventure such as that. But as with anything else you over indulge in, after a while coming 'home' might be fun as well.
That's keeping in mind you could actually remember where home was at that point. But chances are you'd realize just how grateful you were to be home. To even have a home to come home to.
Hey, might as well add those 'reasons' to the last minute list of reasons to be grateful. And a roof over my head. For now, anyway. And a bed to sleep in. And what about following through on the 30 days aspect of this challenge, especially on the days when I was truly strapped for time but I still powered through to create a gratitude post of some kind.
All of which led to me reaching my 30 day goal. Yep, we all have plenty of things to be grateful for. Sometimes all we have to do is jot down a quick list of reminders to help us remain in an Attitude of Gratitude.
