There are birds doing their thing outside my window. And although I am not feeling well and have coughed up at least one lung, I am inspired by the chirps, the little tweets that are not on twitter that seem to be playing solo out there at 6:52 am. It’s quiet. And although I am, in general, not a quiet type, I am grateful for it when it’s thrust upon me by accident, like right now. In fact, I’m certain things will get noisy in just a few minutes, maybe even while I’m still tapping away, since it’s garbage day, and pretty soon people will begin dragging their trash cans out and kids will start doing their own type of chirping on their way to school. But right now, it’s quiet and simple. And today, after a night of hacking, the silence feels perfect. Gratitude doesn’t have to be fancy, it just has to feel, well, perfect is pretty good.
*the gratitude-a-thon 