I set myself a few goals this year. Nothing grandiose, more like tasks, really. Things I could do and then look at and say yup, did that.
One of the things I decided to do this year is gratitude journaling. I’ve been journaling since I was 13, though back in the day it was called writing in your diary. I have decades-worth of lined notebooks with the entire history of every boy I liked, every grade I got in school, every pair of jeans that never fit.
This year I decided to graduate to gratitude. I set myself the goal of writing one thing that I’m grateful for each day. And now that January has concluded itself, I’m happy to say that I’m one-twelfth of the way to my goal.
It was never meant as a public activity. These are random words I wrote in a document on my computer along with many more words, no longer about boys and grades but still about jeans and also clients and grocery shopping.