Journal on Gratitude

I am grateful to be here again today.  I am grateful to be sitting at my desk, which used to be my Dad’s desk, writing about life.  I am grateful to pick a different color pen every day. I am grateful to be able to go upstairs and eat a good breakfast.  I am grateful that I don’t feel nauseated and tired all the time. I am grateful that I survived chemo. I am grateful that my husband is still here after all the fear and pain he’s had to share with me.  I am grateful that I am working on my mission. I am grateful that later today I get to make music or write inspiring things or craft my social presence. I am grateful that I can still go outside, that the weather is good enough, that the planet has not collapsed just yet.  I am grateful for this glimpse of peace, this quiet moment. I am grateful today, right here, right now.

Journal on Gratitude

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It’s obvious that when the apocalypse comes, I will be one of the weak people. I will have no spin kicks with which to defend myself. I will have only the magic of my words and my understanding to protect me. I will be meat for the beast. (Unless I can engage him in conversation.) And I am fine with that. If my death at monstrous hands becomes imminent, I hope I can meet it in a lounge chair, sipping on a gin martini.

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