A couple of days ago, I found a 21-day gratitude project and printed it off. My plan was to start today and use this space to intentionally be grateful through the rest of the month. Today is the ninth, so the math added up, and I thought — perhaps foolishly — that I would be able to begin my gratitude and Thanksgiving with the fact that the glass ceiling had been shattered.
More importantly, I thought I would be able to express thanks that my country had been able to see through the hateful rhetoric of a bully and not elect him as president. When I woke up this morning, I knew that was not the case.
Today, I cannot give thanks for those things, but I still choose to be thankful. I am setting my intention to come to this space every day and be grateful. Not only that, but I will carry out acts of expressed gratitude throughout the month. I’ve been in a bit of a writing desert for a while. It’s hard for me to express the reasons for the desert, but I’m no longer willing to stay in a place of uncertainty. I want to write through it and define it and move past it. By using gratitude as my tool, I will improve my writing and my attitude at the same time.
And it is my hope that I will rise in the process.