Leave it to me to miss the second day of my gratitude journal, live version. I’m attempting to give myself a bit of grace, as I have been notorious for dropping my new year’s resolutions like the bad habits I should be dropping after one hiccup or misstep. So, here I am. With my gratitude of two different things for yesterday and today…
Writing is cheaper than therapy *wayyyy cheaper* and in my opinion, sometimes more effective. I sit in awe of those words written that move me to tears, or to giggles, or to a more profound understanding of the human race and the world around us. Words are an incredibly powerful tool and I am so grateful that I am able to enjoy them as much as I do.
I have never understood how people cannot be completely in love with writing and reading. It is a habit that I guard very closely, waking up at all hours of the night and day to have uninterrupted free-writing time. Like I said, way cheaper than therapy. Julia Cameron taught me the importance of this ritual and I have relished my morning pages for years. It might be the only thing that has kept me sane. Or, at least tried…
So, here’s to you WRITING… I couldn’t live without you. Thanks for being born. #grateful
I live in Florida now, after transplanting from the Midwest. I specifically left Chicago because it was so forking cold there that I would weep during the winter whenever I had to leave the house. It was not a healthy relationship, and I finally broke up with it two wonderful years ago.
But, this week is trying my patience…
We have a winter advisory for this evening. Like maybe snow… SNOW. Not cool, Florida. #eternalsummer, my ass.
So, today, I am thankful for winter only lasting a week here in the Sunshine State. I just have to get through Saturday and then, we are back to a balmy 75 degree and sun. Here’s to you, almost eternal summer. Please don’t ever leave me again.
It’s good to be grateful, y’all.
With love, Annie x