What am I grateful for? What am I thankful for? You know, I think about this every single day.
I have started a gratitude journal (so very Oprah of me isn't it.) It helps me to get over myself and the problems that I sometimes allow to consume my thoughts. Are they really problems though? Not when I change my perspective a little and I take stock of what really matters and what I really have.
These past few days I have been pondering how lucky I am to live right here, right now (yes, that song totally just popped into my head). I am free to be whoever I want.
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PS. That is one of my favorite pictures of me, but O took it. That means there are approximately 42 others of me looking like a demented, windblown freak show. Oh, how un PC of me. Does your husband or wife take hideous pictures of you, if they ever happen to take pictures at all? O only feels the need to snap on if say my hair is especially crazy, or my face cream is hanging off my chin. Very lovely.