The G word

I'm supposed to be keeping a "gratitude journal." It's an exercise in appreciation recommended by my therapist and my life coach (two different people). Write down three things per day that you are grateful for. 

I won't go into my argument right now about what irks me about the word gratitude. I don't need to philosphize or theologize at this moment, with regard to my long list of complaints with whomever or whatever I might be beholden to for the things about which I should be grateful. 

It is an exercise in observation. I've observed and do constantly observe the negatives, so this is giving equal time, or at least a token thereof, to the good things, the things that went right, the things which did not suck in any particular day. So, here's three:

 

1. I'm appreciative that I even have a therapist and a life coach. Some people don't have either. I have both. How overly abundant are my resources to have two people tasking themselves with aiding my self-improvement?

 2. I also have a cello teacher, who doubles as my life coach. Same person, doing twice the work. For free. Ok, that's just going way past the extra mile to help me.

 3. I'm glad for, um, let's see. It's Saturday. I like Saturdays, even if they almost kill me sometimes. I'm going to have my coffee and cannabis and play some music. I always enjoy that to some degree, even if the coffee makes me wired and frazzled at the end of the day. There is a sweet spot of enjoyment and even the anticipation of those few moments gives me a bit of pleasure.

 

That's three things. I am going to try to check in every day, so get used to it. I'm sure I'll keep pace with more than three things that suck and which I detest and object to strongly in a day. This will be my attempt to at least provide balance. I'm all about not being one-sided, at least that's what I preach. Time to start practicing. 

Ok, then. Let the day begin!