I can hear my dad scream this literally every single day about something he misplaced. Keys, wallet, sunglasses, paperwork, and checkbook. He even bought multiple, MULTIPLE packages of pens to place about the house so that he would never need to constantly look for a pen.
"You've ever thought about keeping a gratitude journal?" my mentor once asked me one evening during a dinner at his house. "It would help you. Give it a shot for a month. Keep it to say, three things each day and work your way up from there." Gratitude? Seriously?
Heart pounding, voice trembling, and sweat dripping down my forehead on a chilly mid-afternoon day in February.
Introverted Intellect
