GRATEFULNESS TIME!!!

Rainy yucky day. But this coffee here, makes me realize that things are still good. So, a list. A list of things I am grateful for today, in no particular order:
  • When McDonald's hands me a perfect cup of coffee, just how I like it
  • Rainy days when I get to wear my cool rain boots
  • Keeping the portable heater on all night so when I wake up, its nice and toasty
  • My car starting in only two tries this morning
  • A quiet office
  • The heat on in the office already when I get there
  • Love. Sweet, sincere love that won't go away...
  • Friends who know me and like me and support me
  • Laughing (it's 10:19 and I have laughed about 4 times already)
  • Being alive again. I am always really happy when I wake up, again and again and again. Tons of folks did not. Sorry for them, happy for me, and for happy for you if you happened to wake up too.  Let's celebrate that!
  • Possibilities. There are so many for me in my near future, it makes me giggly inside!

Ok, that'll do.  Grateful for anything today?

Comments

  1. Elizabeth ClaireNovember 4, 2010 at 8:01 AM

    Grateful that I found this post and that it made me smile : )

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  2. Jen MortensenNovember 4, 2010 at 8:37 AM

    Love this! So looking forward to more words of wisdom. I also wish the more experienced drivers find more competent drivers. I think there should be mandatory road tests starting at age 60. Reflexes (both physical and mental) decrease over time.

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  3. donnieeNovember 6, 2010 at 3:47 PM

    Oh, so someone finally happened upon my ramblings! Thanks for the kind words, and glad to know I am not alone in my idea or retiring some drivers...

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