Making myself write gratitude daily has been a good practice for me for a number of reasons, especially this week. Generally I’m a very upbeat person, but I found it very easy to slip into sadness, thinking about our pup who died just a few days ago. And while I know reflection is certainly worthwhile, it can morph into depression if left unchecked. I’m grateful for knowing that I really have to watch myself and notice when I begin to start falling off the beam. Instead of dwelling in the sorrow, I think of things about her that lift my spirits, and there are many. I have to do it; no one else can do it for me. It’s much more pleasurable to focus on the rose bushes instead of the thorns.
