Some things that come to mind: a loving family, a warm home, a cat who cuddles with me, friends, a reason to get up in the mornings. These are just a few of my blessings. So why can't I remember them with greater thanks and acknowledgment?
The answer that comes to mind (and it's not a particularly palatable one) is that I'm ungrateful. Here I am writing a blog called "The Gratitude Project" and I realize that I'm ungrateful.
So, for today, I am grateful for a moment of self-honesty.
