After my divorce, it seemed like every one of my loyal supporters told me to adopt an “attitude of gratitude.”
I understood the concept and appreciated their help, but I just wasn’t feelin’ it.
Nonetheless, in spite of big doubts, I wrote my “gratitude list” every morning.
For a while, it worked. I got out of bed when a dive under my pillow was really what I wanted.
Then boredom hit. The usual five suspects were appearing every day on my list: my daughters, good health, a trusted therapist, supportive friends, and a roof over my head. I was thankful for all of them, but it appreciating them over and over was getting old.
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