My living situation fell through and I don’t know what my little family is going to do in exactly 15 days. Finding a place to live is exhausting and cutting it so close is frightening. There are more complications and issues than there are solutions. I feel like I was skipping ahead blindly, towards rainbows and pots of gold, and accidentally fell into a deep, muddy pit.
Rather than let myself be depressed, or fall into a paralysis based on post traumatic stress, I decided to use my Gratitude Journal for it’s original purpose– I decided to sit down and consciously remind myself that life is good.
Now, if you’re a regular reader of this blog, you’re might be asking yourself, “What? I didn’t know Rara had a gratitude journal. She talks about all sorts of stuff all the time and has never once mentioned it!”
That’s because, quite honestly, my gratitude journal is ridiculous.
If you want to read a really positive gratitude journal, follow the tag on the reader. You’ll be impressed and brightened by the things people write. Their kids are brilliant. They saw on a rainbow on Tuesday. Someone left change in the parking meter.
I try to focus my positivity in a way that makes sense to others, but it tends to default back to things that only really make sense in my own mind. Since no one besides myself reads my Gratitude Journal, it is a veritable cacophony of questionable thoughts.
And yet, the thoughts cheer me up.
Just in case any of you is as positively strange as myself, I thought I’d pass on some of my recent notes from the past few weeks in hopes that it brightens your day as it brightened mine.
Just me and my husband.
The Last 20 Entries in the Gratitude Journal
- I am thankful boys can’t pee out of their fingers.
- I am thankful President Clinton was not a Klingon.
- I am thankful to have a husband who draws us like we see ourselves.
- I am thankful posies look like grumpy old men.
- I am thankful Crate & Barrel still sends me catalogs even though I haven’t bought anything there in years.
- I am thankful the color orange does not actually smell like orange.
- I am thankful the elevator does not have a self-destruct button.
- I am thankful cats do not have opposable thumbs.
- I am thankful the French did not invent pasta.
- I am thankful I’ve never found a dead body.
- I am thankful that when you blow kisses, they aren’t projected towards people as high velocity bursts of air and wetness.
- I am thankful that the internet is not visible.
- I am thankful that humans aren’t able to volunteer to go to Mars yet. I would miss my family.
- I am thankful my mother hasn’t changed her email signature in over 15 years.
- I am thankful my blog name doesn’t accidentally spell any lewd words.
- I am thankful for the woman who uses lipstick to persistently draw smiley faces on the mirrors of my favorite bookstore.
- I am thankful that there’s always pistachio insides in pistachios, and never fungus.
- I am thankful to work for a man who can be mesmerized by the properties of plastic.
- I am thankful that my eyeballs are not (easily) removable.
- I am thankful that dogs don’t have hooves.
So– what are you thankful for?
