I wasn’t the first to think that deliberate gratitude might be good for the soul, but I have my own way of going about it. I draw no distinctions between the big things, like water, and the small things, like my iPod. I think anything that’s good deserves a moment of gratitude.
I am grateful for my new pen.
A pen is a trivial thing, you may think, but when you need a good pen and can’t find one, it’s incredibly frustrating. My new pen is a lovely shade of red, has a comfortable grip and weight, writes smoothly, and is refillable. It was an impulse buy, but a fortunate one.