I’m grateful to have been employed with the same company for the last decade and all the relationships and personal development that came from it. I’m grateful I got the chance to say goodbye and share my appreciation for all the people who helped me in my career thus far. I’m grateful to be back in the market with a chance to discover my next big passion
Grateful for a working furnace and warm house on a cold dark November morning. Grateful that I have time to make at least some things right. Grateful for clean air and fresh water.
Grateful for the rather obnoxious lovebird who had been perched quietly on my shoulder but who is currently trying to shred a bookcover, because he gives me a different perspective on values. Grateful for the deep quiet darkness of late night. Grateful for the almost empty bottle of homemade maple syrup my neighbor made up in the northwoods.
Grateful for my 130-ish employees, 90% of which are gangsters. And that the other 10% are marginalized to point where they don't need to be fired.
I'm grateful that time moves one way. Grateful for chocolate balls with shredded coconut on. (Chokladbollar) Grateful for medieval and classical music.
I'm grateful that thoughts and dreams don't always represent reality. Grateful for classical architecture. Grateful that I can write on my main project at times.
Grateful to wake up warm and rested. Grateful for online music, and the range of choices I'm offered, which would bedazzle anyone from just a few years past. Grateful that there still seems to be time to do the things I ought to do.
Not exactly listing of gratitudinisms (sorry Soft Moose) but this seems relevant. I've been doing a daily list of Quaker queries, and this came up today, seemingly perfectly relevant: Do I recognize when I have enough? My answer: Yes, I have enough, but still I want more. The question becomes, what is the relationship between "enough" and "wanting." It's that Buddhist concept of attachment, always wanting to keep what one has and to find that one more thing that will bring satisfaction, all in the context of the cosmic fact that nothing, and only nothing, lasts forever. I can fully accept, I think, both that I want more and that I already have enough. It's okay to want, often useful to help make progress and make things better, but the problem comes in letting the wanting dominate the present so that I forget to experience and enjoy what I have. I do need reminders that as long as I have life and breath, I have enough. The rest is, to put it in Thanksgiving context, gravy.
I have more than I ever dreamed of having. Gratitude for the day: Entire family made it for Thanksgiving at our house. Brother and sister had not one argument over horse training (son admitted daughter had some pretty good ideas and she admitted he wasn't completely full of horse-processed grass) Dearest husband cooked dinner and all I had to make were a couple of pies. I'm perfectly willing to be the cleanup crew (assisted by dogs) if someone else cooks.
On the Fourth of July, we celebrate the Brits not having to deal with Thanksgiving. Happy Fourth Thursday in the Month of November, Mr. Moose.
Ah yes, Treason Day Joking aside i don't really know why the British don't do thanks giving - we do have harvest festivals but they're generally in september/october and not that big a deal...it's usually just a church based thing... when i was a kid we all used to bring in a box of fruit and veg to school, we'd have a competition for who's was the best presented, then it would all get donated to the church to feed what in those days was termed 'the deserving poor'
Sometimes I think I would give almost anything to have my [fractured] family all together for Thanksgiving once again.
I feel gratitudinous for tea. I am gratitudinous for my computer with which I can access a good portion of the world's knowledge and culture. I am also grateful for warm clothes during winter.
I just wanted to spice this topic up a bit. I've been told that the positive health benefits of gratitude exercise doesn't come merely from writing down what you are grateful for. The greatest increase in wellbeing comes from when you are being told by someone that they are grateful for you. But the other great benefit is experiencing someone else been shown gratitude and you find yourself in synchrosity with it. So let me tell you a story about my wife and a dying man named Michael. Michael had bowel cancer. The type you cannot treat. When people talk about "gutwrenching", I think they don't understand that it can be a physical pain too; I've watched as Michael clutched his gut and choking on his own spit, not able to move. He stayed in his bed most days and his Dr. was mostly a GP under supervision so they didn't have capacity or confidence to give him some of the strong stuff to deal with that pain. So like that he stayed in pain most days in a dark room thinking that this was how his life was going to end. Then my wife decided to move to this rural town. We didn't really know what we were in for at the time, but she took the job because we both just wanted to get away from the place where we were staying. We both had too much crap we wanted to leave behind. Anyway she was the first one who started working in the same nursing home as Michael. However, things were not pretty in the place. Understaffed was an understatement. Gaps in knowledge about modern nursing practice were commonplace. Heck the whole GP situation is the worst I've ever come across. The whole place was like this. But it was worse for Michael. For some reason this man was suffering through terminal cancer while in pain 24/7! She pleaded with doctors to chart pain relief. Someone to start the palliative procedure in the facility. But unfortunately most of the people in charge were incompetent in that aspect of nursing at that time. Anyway, cue him going to hospital for bowel obstruction one day, she pushed for one of the doctors to make a referral on his behalf. I swear she changed this man's whole trajectory for the end of his life with this act of kindness and strength. She got him to the point where he was comfortable for the last stretch of his life. He was able to have an existance that wasn't always "gut-wrenching". If the pain had still been there, he would have died like some sort of monster of grief for his family. But they got to be there in his last moments until he just stopped moving. He was ALIVE for most of those days until I closed his eyes on the last day. Because she pushed for this referral the facility had the first ever palliative care education from a federal organisation (at least it seemed like that to me when I attended). But even if this doesn't cause for more support for people in these situations in the future if we ever left the place, I've never seen someone influence a man's life so thoroughly as my wife had done in that moment. She saved the last bit of dignity he had for his family. I am eternally grateful to my wife for what she had done for Michael.
I'm grateful for writers coming up with new words. I'm grateful for Massive Attack's Ritual Spirit. I'm grateful for my Mac, worth my hard earned every cent. I'm grateful for all the writing work waiting for me to be edited. I'm grateful for my sensible (?) self preventing me again from giving up.
Gratitudinal for the flexibility of the English language. Grateful for the nice post-Thanksgiving dinner we had at the apartment of my daughter and her paramour/roommate. Grateful for the space heater under my writing desk.
I feel gratidulicious for sleep. Gratedenial for snow making an otherwise dark season more light. Gratudius for furry friendly animals.
Gratitude for another day. For a decent and reliable car. For the wisps of vague and pleasant memories that sometimes encircle old photos.
I'm grateful to have my broadband back (only took a week - storm Arwen dropped a tree on our phone line) I'm grateful the mods coped wonderfully without an admin I'm grateful the forum didn't explode while i was gone and I'm grateful for the 65k words i wrote in 5 days while i didn't have the internet to distract me
Feeling gratitudistic that Even though my knee twinges with its torn meniscus, I at least have a functional knee and am capable of feeling twinges. Even though I miss him terribly, I'm grateful my father doesn't have to endure the crash and burn of his beloved Cornhusker football team. I had a couple of nice homemade (not by me) pancakes with maple syrup and fresh coffee for breakfast.
thanks for Shelter from the storm. The opportunities to see much of the world, including Afghanistan before the Ruskies invaded and it all went to Hell. Drawing #314 during the Vietnam War draft, which kept me from being "obligated" to visit there and from being be deemed fodder for the war machine.
