gratitude walk

A friend from church posts photos on FB every morning of his "gratitude walk."  Even though it sounds self-explanatory, I keep meaning to ask him what that's all about.

My mood the last month or so has been foul.  I'm going to go to the doctor, but I'm also going to try to do something I know works: remembering to be grateful.

(1) It doesn't matter that my finger is in this photo because it takes me ten minutes to walk to this beach and I do so several times a week.  And it's warm enough to lay in my bathing suit, but there's always a breeze, so I don't get sweaty.  (And I am a sweaty person.)

(2) Most of my time at work is spent with other women that I really like.  And a good enough amount of the time is spent putting on cool/nasty dresses and dickin around.

(3) My new friend Anne is 74, so wise, so funny, and has pink walls in her living room.

(4) I discovered this store in my neighborhood.  It's the Chinese, way better version of The Container Store (or I'm assuming because I've never been there.)  So much symmetry, and so much of things fitting exactly in their right places.  Peace.

(5) Salads in jars.  Put the dressing at the bottom and stuff that won't get soggy on top of it.  Then, when it's time to eat it, shake the shit out of the jar and the dressing gets on all of it.  Game changer for me.  For the last seven years, I've eaten a turkey sandwich, pretzels, and two apples for lunch because they pack easy.  

(6) Jess helping me to figure out what to wear also demonstrates that I am known.  

I really like to feel known.