Grateful

That I am what I am.

That I can go back to sleep off this cold that has deposited rattly grey crud on the tops of my lungs.

For the wonderful dreams I had last night and this morning, dreams I spent an hour just now transcribing from scribbled bedside notes.

That I know what I know, believe what I believe, do what I do.

Gratitude!

Not to forget to be grateful.  Gratefulness is as life-giving as peevishness is life-draining.

Lest I forget to be grateful, I’m going to make it a practice to add a few words of gratitude here from time to time.  I’m happy to be able to do it.

I am grateful for all the things I can do and for being able to see, hear, taste, smell, touch.

I am thankful for people who care.

I am grateful for each small, upward step I am able to make toward being the change I want to see in the world.

I am grateful for laughter, something I fondly remember.

I am grateful for remembering to be grateful once in a while.