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Reasons to start a Gratitude Journal



Gratitude is like the sky.
Deep and endless. The more gratitude I show the more the Universe rewards me with Abundance.
For me showing Gratitude is a way of savouring the fleeting moments in life. The moments I would take for granted and forget immediately while the big dramatic events and annoyances would linger for days on end.
So I have taught myself to savour the moment. To slow down and to notice things and than to write them down.
Now as I look back on my piles of Gratitude Journals and read the little moments I realise how special they were.
  • Cuddles with the boys on the couch.
  • Watching The Simpsons and eating popcorn.
  • Building sandcastles and throwing the ball to the dog on the beach.
  • Listening to the rain on the tin roof.
  • Having dinner and lighting candles (because every night was a special occasion)
  • Celebrating Valentines Day with the boys and me giving them flowers and chocolates because they are the loves of my life.
 And the more I recognise Life's graces the more Blessings I get back in return. Call it luck or coincidence. I call it ..... I don't know what to call it. I just say "thank You" and note it down and fill up my life with Blessings.
 
I would encourage anybody who reads this post to start a Gratitude Journal.
If Your first reaction is "I don't know what to write" or "I have nothing to be grateful for"  start small.
Start with only 5 items per day. Simple things like:
 
I am grateful for:
  1. a working wifi so I can surf the Net
  2. a good show on TV
  3. the smell of spring in the air
  4. a glass of wine
  5. being pain free for half an hour
  6. petrol in my car
  7. my job
  8. my husband
  9. my sons being happy and healthy
......

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