Gratitude Journal

What am I grateful for today?

I'm grateful to be born into such a rich heritage of being a black person. There is so much richness in the legacy left by my ancestors. I couldn't imagine being anything else, and wouldn't want to be either.

I'm grateful for technology, and the ability to keep in contact with people even though we're so far away physically. I get to see what my friends and family are doing every day and I feel connected to them much more than I would if there were no computers or Facebook.

I'm grateful for my mother and father, for having me. They may not have been there to experience all the things I did growing up, but without them I would not be. I love them both and I'm just grateful that I get to know them for who they are, flaws and all.

I'm grateful for the teachers I've had over my life. They have all poured so much time and energy into me and I believe they did that because they saw someone worth investing in. I hope I can make them all proud one day.

I'm grateful for the time I got to spend with my husband. Even though we're not together now I really learned a lot and enjoyed the experience of being married to someone and sharing a life. We had some great times and I will never forget them.

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