The other day, at work, the water got turned off in the building around lunch time. So there was no water to drink or to wash our dishes, and no water to flush the toilets. We were asked to go somewhere else if we needed to use the facilities.
It made me realize how lucky we are to have access to facilities all the time.
I am grateful for running water and for Access to warm clean facilities.

This morning in the elevator up to my desk, after I said “hello” one of my colleagues, he said to me: you are way too cheerful. I suppose he meant too cheerful for this early in the morning or while being on our way to work. I was surprised because I myself didn’t feel quite awake. So I didn’t know what to say but I enjoyed the fact that I can sound cheerful even without trying.
And that reminded me of something I heard about: wild enthusiasm. What would it be like to wake up every morning with wild enthusiasm for my life?
I am grateful for the compliment: I’ll take “too cheerful” anytime.

I am grateful for cheap flights to Paris. Less than $700 from Vancouver. I have never seen that in the last 18 years. How does it get any better than that?

I am grateful for little adventures: today I got a ride on a forklift inside a huge warehouse. It was fun to be on one of those machines, zooming down the aisles, the wind blowing in my hair!
Happy thank you more please!

Today is like an anniversary: 100 more gratitude posts to reach my target of 365. I am grateful for me and being able to create this new perspective in my life.

I am grateful for a beautiful fire ad finding $30 on the ground.
What could I use this money for to celebrate finding it?

I am grateful for snowshoeing with beautiful weather, for a friend who cooks a wonderful dinner for us and upcoming adventure including a bonfire. Happy thank you more please!

I am grateful for the people who clear the snow around our building. It is so nice to have a clear walkway leading to our stairs.

I am grateful for quality time with the cat and a good book.

Today, on Granville Street, I saw a man seatted outside a café. I actually heard him first. He sounded like he was laughing his head off. From the look and the sound of him he may have been crazy. But he seemed to have a really good time. What would it take to be willing to look and sound crazy more often to have more fun?
I remember one day feeling so joyful that I wanted to dance while walking down the street. I didn’t dare but I am grateful for experiencing being “folle de joie” (joy crazy? Crazy with joy? Crazy of joy?).