Gratitude is a tough one for me ... for some reason, I am afraid that if I express -- or even think about -- how fortunate I am, it will somehow jinx it. That acknowledging good fortune somehow puts it in jeopardy.
Neuroses? You be the judge.
All I know is that I am one fortunate cookie.
I love and am loved.
I have a big, furry dog.
A decent representative of the turkey species (admittedly headless) is in the refrigerator waiting my attention in the morning.
I have an *ahem* challenging job that seems to be expanding my interest in it, rather than my prior experience of a job diminishing in interest the longer I'm at it.
I have a proverbial boatload of perfume.
I have good friends and decent coworkers.
My body works.
My mind works.
My life works.
There, God, I've said it all. And thank You.