Monday, January 17, 2011

An anniversary, of sorts

Today is my one thousandth recorded day of gratitude. I have countless journals, each page chronicling a day. I have missed a few days over the last thousand - I can remember three nights when my luggage was lost on a return flight from Florida, and another number of nights I can count on one hand for one reason or another. Oddly enough, my hardest days do have entries even if they are slim. Some days I barely have room enough on the page, writing up the side, squeezing in the words. Other days I am forcing myself to find three things, just three. Those are much, much more rare than the days where I can no longer find room on the page. I can hardly imagine my night time ritual without it now. And it has happened one day at a time. This milestone is marked in a journal which was a gift from my oldest friend in the world, written with a pen which was another gift from my newest friend in the world. So very, very much to be grateful for.

5 comments:

oreneta said...

Does seem a good idea that. Also moves you beyond the usual.

GingerB said...

Hey - you are an inspiration, and this served me as a gentle reminder to refocus where my head has been and where it ought to be.

Brenda said...

1,000 days of gratitude is amazing. Thanks for that - something we should all do.

Kim Mailhot said...

What a beautiful milestone to have reached ! Here's to the next 100- days...
I am thankful for you in my world.
Hugs, My friend !

Rhonda said...

I am very grateful to have found your blog through OWOH. I love your writings and your photography!