Last January 7th, 2023, I wrote on a Five Below gratitude journal with pre-written prompts, gifted to me by a bargain hunter relative:
I AM FORTUNATE BECAUSE: I have a roof over my head — that is not leaking, because, well, oof! If it was during the ongoing “Pineapple Express” rainstorms, I’d be screwed, along with my poor giant pup and my sister.
So, this January, we are beginning to pay the thousands of dollars of debt accrued due to the roof damage caused by the 2023 Santa Ana winds.
So yeah, moral of this story? Gratitude journals are some fucked up manifesting voodoo ass shite?
Yeah, that’s it, and that’s all I’ve got for tonight.
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