Gratitude?

I signed up for a meditation class. Didn’t notice that it was focused on gratitude. I threw a chair across the room in anger (but not really). Meditation is supposed to bring inner peace, but instead it unleashed my inner Hulk, filled with existential dread and sarcastic inner monologue. Truth is, I don’t feel like I’ve got much to be grateful about right now. My poker hand at the moment is rather terrible. Not a winning hand in the least and I don’t get to cheat even thought I’d really like to. But, it can always be worse, right?

But here’s the thing, we don’t have to be grateful for everything.

In the spirit of the meditation, and attempting to be a ‘good sport’ about it, I tried to think about things that I was indeed grateful for.

My family. The few close friends I have. The dog I was fortunate to have in my life that brought me so much comfort, joy, and humor—like the time that she ate the cover of a book about medicine for cats and dogs, only chewing out the parts with the cat.

Man…