Barely surviving the dark night of my soul a few years ago, I was blessed with a light bulb moment. If I could find things to be grateful for I felt better. If I wrote them down they could be my own personal book of Psalms to look over when I was too low to come up with anything else to chronicle. It would be a record of all the miracles in my life - great and small - that I would otherwise forget. If I kept looking for things to feel gratitude for, instead of focusing on the litany of disappointments I felt, my life was better overall. I didn't know about any research. The Happiness Project didn't exist then. Even though those blogs are helpful, I was and continue to be my own guinea pig. I still notice my mood is lighter and more playful on the days I make time to be grateful in the morning.
I noticed I'm always asking the bains what they are thankful for, but not writing it down. I remedied that last week by purchasing the most basic moleskin I could find and starting our own family happiness project. I can't stand the thought of missing the opportunity to remember:
That spring is on it's way - as evidenced by the blue sky you can just see above stringbain's bareback enthusiam.
That pigs really are as cute in piglet form as Charlotte's Web suggests.
That there are rainbows at the end of a lot of storms...
One line at a time.
One day at a time.
One blessing at a time.
What are you grateful for today?