Every day I write in the gratitude diary that my daughter and grandchildren gave me for Christmas in 2006. Currently my entry has three parts. First, in red pen, I write a prayer for myself, for my needs. Today’s was, “Give me a compassionate heart.” Next, in black, I offer a line of gratitudes: lofty ones such as health, family, friends, my church: the mundane, morning coffee, the book I’m reading, my yoga class; and the worldly ones, the creation, the weather (whatever it is), and moments of peace in the world. On the third line, in green, I include something that is true for me that day. Today’s was, “Don’t judge; just pray.”
I thinking that “Be grateful” or “I am grateful” might be good mantra to start staying. How awesome it would be blurt out words of gratitude while sitting in traffic, when I smell burnt toast or when plans with family or friends fall through?