Why this speaks to me this week:

I often forget gratitude is a choice. It doesn’t always come naturally—at least not to me. It’s something you have to think about…something you have to prioritize. And honestly, it’s a lot harder than it seems.

Some days I just want to curl up in a ball and cry about all the bad things that happened and how unlucky I am.
But am I really that unlucky? 

What if I were able to shift my perspective—even just a little? What if I leaned into gratitude instead?
What would that even look like?
Would I still cry in a ball?
…Probably.

But I think the recovery would come faster. The softness would return sooner. The spiral might not last as long.

And I have to remind myself: I’m grateful for every past version of me—because without her, I wouldn’t be where I am now. 

Gratitude doesn’t erase the ache...
It just makes room beside it.
So this week, I am grateful for where I am, as I am.