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Nearly anyone across the wide, wonderful, world could legitimately argue, myself included, that I have much to be grateful for.

Some of my closest associates know, I could also make a compelling case for my thanks taking a holiday:  we have experienced significant hardship this past year.

As I drove to a meeting this afternoon, I began to dwell on the difficulties, on the death of one of my dreams, my bitter self pulling out the glove of ‘fighting words' and taking a swing at my better self.

Every day, we stagger at what could surely take us down.
Every single day we are astonished by that which, and those who, buoy us.
We choose which self wins.

I wrote this post because I want my better self to prevail.


If you want to read more about my struggle to be grateful, here's  Bitter or Grateful?  and 15 Days of Gratitude.

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