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Grateful for Everything
When It Rains, It Pours
What I’m NOT grateful for is mosquitoes
“What are you grateful for today?” Well, technically, yesterday and today… rain.
But let’s start with the things I’m grateful for every day.
Breathing. Oxygen-rich air that is, arguably, less polluted than the air I breathed in the 1970s, although there is definitely work to be done yet, in reducing pollution and improving air quality for all.
Waking up. Don’t get me wrong: I love sleep. I love my vivid, cinematic, technicolor dreams — doesn’t matter if they’re “good” or “bad,” they’re always entertaining. But I’m very glad to wake up each morning and pour that first cup of…
Coffee.
Family. My husband’s the one who made that first pot of coffee. Just sayin’… To love and be loved, that is everything.
My brain. My mom used to wonder if ignorance really were “bliss.” She wondered if ignorant people who didn’t know that they were ignorant were happier than those of us who were all too aware of all the things we know and don’t know. I used to assume that no one was so un-self-aware that they didn’t know they were ignorant. I thought that it would be frustrating and embarrassing to feel “stupid” all the time. But the past…
