Along with my long memory of things that have bothered me, I can remember the good things that have embraced me.
When I was living as a full time missionary for the Mormon Church, I would write down everything I was grateful for because there was so much other that was difficult. My list mainly included: hot water and mail. If you have ever been a missionary in a foreign country, you know what I mean. :)
Ten years ago, a great woman who I admire much, Reha, gave me a blank journal. This was before journaling was so trendy or easy to find such blank books. I loved using that thing. It took me back to my missionary days (My last entry is Nov 05, so it seems when life got hard a few years ago, I forgot to remember the simple things that brought me joy)
I would only write about the things I was grateful for. I have so many, that I had to write them down (guess the memory isn't that great!) Funny what is in there. I still keep the journal in my "white cubby" in the kitchen. Sometimes I look at, amazed at how simply I am brought happiness. Here are some examples:
free long distance
a clean yard
tanning bed warmth
PTA ending so well
good friends who listen to me cry
John I. baptism
more free long distance
no medical bills (obviously that was a LONG time ago! :) )
Yesterday, Lori wrote me an email and asked me to record one thing I was grateful for every day this year. Wow, that is a long list. So I started it.
Jan 1--sleeping in as late as I want
Jan 2--a no Nexavar week
Jan 3--great friends who attend rec hockey games of a kid that isn't theirs
Jan 4--I will always be Seth's mom
Jan 5--mornings to putter around
What I decided is that it is hard to complain if words of gratitude are coming out of my mouth instead.