Excerpts from My Left-Handed Gratitude Journal

Last year I decided that I was going to start a gratitude journal, and I was going to write in it only using my left hand.  This idea came to me after reading a book that told me I would unlock enormous amounts of hidden creative potential if only I would stop using my right hand all the freaking time.

Unfortunately, the only thing more torturous than writing with my left hand was coming up with something I wanted to write a paragraph about in gratitude to every day, so the journal only lasted nine entries.

Here are some highlights:

11-09-2013:  "My ability to express myself in words.  What if I had been born before the advent of written language?!  Or even an era or culture of illiterate women?!!"

11-11-2013:  "That I didn't keel over dead today at work from apathy/boredom.  The fact that my body continues to push on and function is about the best I can come up with today."

11-14-2013:  "Do I have to be thankful for anything today?  Because I just accidentally poured my damn fish down the drain and I guess I'm thankful for all of the entertainment s/he provided before I carelessly killed it. :("

11-24-2013:  "I suppose I should give thanks for all the healthy routines in my life that I do keep up with."

Of all the journals I've written in over the years, ironically my gratitude journal was the saddest.