We entered the frigid month of February, and I’m still plugging away at my 2022 blogging challenge. It took me a while to come up with an idea, but I decided what I needed most in the coming year was to adopt an attitude of gratitude. The world suddenly got filled with so much tragedy and conflict I found it hard to appreciate the blessings in my life. Thus, I started my 365 days of thankfulness challenge. I start my day searching for some way to express appreciation for life, even if it is a small and insignificant element. Many small things can add up to a big blessing. During month one, I cover most of the major stuff. I’m starting to wonder if I can keep going in month two. I’ve never attempted to express gratitude as the primary subject of my writing. I’m finding it to be more difficult than I first thought. This post covers day thirty-seven of my 365 days of thankfulness.
Day Thirty-Seven of my 365 days of Thankfulness
On day thirty-seven of my 365 days of thankfulness, I am grateful for the birds singing songs outside my kitchen window this morning. Here we are in the dead of winter, and those birds found a reason to sing. I know it is cold outside. Their food supply is scarce because the ground is too frozen to find a fat, juicy worm. Still, they sing their little song o welcome the sun. I can’t think of a greater act of optimism. They have such beautiful voices. I am grateful to them for reminding me that where there is life, there is hope.
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