“I like coffee because it gives me the illusion that I might be awake.” –Lewis Black
A friend recently asked me to
join a group of self-promoting narcissists keep a virtual Happiness/Gratitude Journal on Facebook as a reminder of how absurd my life is much I have to be thankful for. Three blissful things a day for seven days. Apparently she hates me.
As I began
joining the masses in faking my awesome lifestyle typing my responses, I realized that, instead of wasting even more of my bloggy brilliance on Facebook, where only 10% of my friends would see it, anyway, I could instead torture share my gratitudes with my blog peeps. You are welcome.
First, I am grateful for that extra 30 minutes of sleep I get every morning. I am informed by those around me that being creative with the start time of my job does not actually qualify as “extra sleep,” but I think they have a serious issue with semantics.
Second, I am grateful for that third cup of Green Mountain Dark Magic every morning.
Third, I am grateful for friends who bring me vente, triple-shot caramel macchiatos with extra caramel at 2:00 p.m. I am told that this is not an altruistic act, but rather an attempt to circumvent a post-lunch, pre-nap tantrum in the middle of a database conversion meeting. You have to admire their gift of foresight.
I believe this satisfies my thankfulness quota for the day…on to cup number three. Life is beautiful, indeed. © Racheal Lee Bradford