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gratitude-a-thon day 286: thank you very much

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Hola, I mean hello. I am still on Barcelona time and language!

I found this article called “7 Ways to Boost Your Gratitude” this morning, and well, I’m grateful for it. This is a good one. I particularly like the say thank you part. This is such an easy peasy thing to do. I don’t think I recognized that it was a gratitude booster, but I always do it. I am always meaningfully thankful to the guys who fill my car with gas, sales help who really help me, anybody who waits on me in any kind of restaurant. These are not necessarily jobs that are fulfilling or simple. And having been a waitress once upon a time, I know how difficult it can be “to serve” people, since some people are so gosh darn miserable and narcissistic .

Anyway, as the holiday insanity falls upon us, I’m going to try and be more present and more grateful, so as not to get loco, ooooops, there goes the spanish again, during what I want to be a family and friends time, and not a mental hospital time.

 

gratitude-a-thon day 121: i don’t believe in war, but i do believe in saying thanks

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I’m going to say this, but I don’t want you to think I’m not patriotic, because I really love the United States. Like, a lot. I don’t believe in war. I have come to understand that it is occasionally necessary, but i don’t philosophically believe in it. I believe in words. I believe in playing like an adult and sitting down at a table and working it out. I believe in grand scale maps and plans and power point to get your argument across. There should be coffee and other good things to eat available. This sort of “sit down” should occur somewhere full-service, so that the disagreeing parties can go away at the end of a day and sleep and eat and then go back at it. With their words. With their well thought out schemes. With their persuasive plans. This is the way we should solve world problems. With a good cup of coffee and well crafted discourse.

But instead we are archaic and caveman when we disagree. We pull out the big guns and the massive tanks and killer grenades. We have infrared glasses and quiet helicopters that allow for sneak attacks. It’s like every little boy’s make-believe backyard game. Only it’s real people and instead of pretending to die, all the deaths are permanent. Dead. Forever. In this day of technology and brilliance, we fight dirty to make a point. This is really totally and completely out of the bounds of my imagination. How does your heart take such brutality?  How do you  brainwash your soul to be able to snuff out someone else’s light? And what of the innocent who may have been in the way? How do you come back and live in polite society where people are concerned with such inconsequential things as the size of Kim Kardashian’s ass, when you have experienced what it’s like to kill?

But the thing is, while I am 100% against war. I am 100% for the soldiers who fight. I am UBER grateful there are men and women who risk their lives for our principles. I  know I could not let my boy (or girl) go. I know that I don’t have what it takes. But thanks to all the people over all the years, who do, who have. Thanks.