cafe gratitude

What inspires you to give? 

What are you proud of?

What is your favorite thing about you?

What can you acknowledge yourself for?

What can you thank Mother Earth for today?

What are you honoring today?

How are you going to gift yourself today?

What are you surrendering to?

What do you love about nature?

What are you letting go of today?

What is your life for?

How are you serving love?

What is best about today?

What are you creating today?

What are you relishing today?

What's awesome about you?

What can you be thankful for today?

An island of reality in an ocean of diarrhea

How was your June? Mine was okay. I got to travel to the North with close friends, captured the aura of a literal tequilla sunrise from my window (a pink and orange hued sky will always make me pause and marvel at its nonchalant beauty). I drank  copious amounts of beer, Kilkenny Cream with my friends during Fridays and Saturdays, and had tons of meaningless fun. Our smart and precocious Sam also had her first day of class in preschool - I'm proud to say she takes home stamped stars tattooed on her little wrists every day. My heart overflows with pride and warmth at her enthusiasm. (Good luck when it's actually my own kid going to school--I will bawl every day, just at the sight of her in a uniform!) Oh, yeah, I had my heart broken too. Read the last two posts if you're curious. I don't want to hide that fact, anyway... I hope Hong Kong is great, Hooch.

I can't say I'm at my happiest. But at least, I feel courageous enough to try and be thankful for everyday. Tiny little miracles happen, and I find that my heart is as open as ever. Just like in economics, protectionism never gets anyone anything much in the long run. It's the risk I'm taking - I'm lucidly aware that shit will hit the fan eventually, like it always does, but I'm not spending my life waiting for moments like that to pass. My thoughts create my world. Thank you for that little thought, Marcus Flutie. Speaking of, the whole of June, I didn't attempt to read anything new, and I think that's the first time in years that's happened. Just reread Jessica Darling books and Jonathan Strange & Mr. Norrel. Pathetic. I'm back to my diet of Russian lit until I finish the whole damned list. Not that it will help with this kind of positive outlook I'm trying to imbibe... but oh well. Intellectual pursuits quell my boredom. A bored me makes for a sullen person, so I'll have to keep it sharp.

OMIGOD THESIS. For real na. Crikey.

Here's to making the rest of the year fucking worth every single moment!