Gratitude journals have fucked four generations of women.
I said what I said.
I went into today with a good attitude. Resolved to be grateful for the opportunity to earn money in exchange for my nervous system.
Then I looked at my to do list.
I’m still grateful. Grateful I get to travel.
I used to wake up and rush to see what came in or what I could do to make magic.
Now I wake up, get ready for a meeting and drink enough coffee to perk up a pack of hippos.
Speaking of, 23 minutes till I gotta be on camera.