Tonight I am grateful for a flea bite on my elbow that reminds me to just do the things rather than wait.

I’m grateful for the sugar rush of lemonade and ice cream… and that my old habit of late night indulgences is in full swing… perhaps in the high sensation of dreams coming true… I am folding into outdated comforts that are genuinely hurting my body right now and I can’t Wait to lay down.

I’m grateful for beeswax candles.

I’m grateful I got stood up today for an hour, which gave me the opportunity to really notice my own inner security. I’m grateful to notice this companion has a pattern of … what I’m calling standing me up because it feels the most fun… of making me wait when we had a time picked out … always the next hangout directly after some increased level of intimate sharing. I’m grateful I say that without judgment. I’m grateful to laugh at how impatient I felt and to notice again and again how coffee makes me uptight and edgy.

I’m grateful to have really enjoyed my hours of conversation today with my client and that I’m so excited he is expanding his understanding of himself in ways that are going to be benefit so many through the manifestation of his visions.

I’m grateful to play with archetypes and analogies.

I’m grateful to be collaborating with someone who really cares and puts in the effort even if sometimes I override his efforts because it’s my business and some things need to be in my voice. I love his bravery in taking stabs at copy writing for me and commenting as me.