Be Furious and Notice the Sunshine
Every morning, after checking email and Facebook, while slowly sipping the last of the magical happy juice in my coffee mug, I try to make a gratitude list. This practice, along with a somewhat pathetic attempt at meditation, is one of the things I have added to my life in the past year in an effort to become less anxious, more accepting and open, aka happier. I think sometimes we misunderstand this idea of gratitude. We treat it like disciplining a disobedient puppy. Feeling unhappy? Bad, bad, unhappy! Who are you to feel bad when you have so much? You should be grateful! Are you annoyed about that parking ticket? Instead you should be grateful you have a car. Mad at your mother in law for that insensitive comment? Shame on you, at least you have family! And if you are a parent, forget it! God forbid you complain for even a second about the whining of your toddler. Nooo, appreciate the moment. It goes by so fast. Kids are so precious and wonderful. Fuck that, your kid is being a
