I am usually a very optimistic, grateful kind of person. Or at least, I think I am.
Without a doubt, I will have a brief moment of thanks everyday. If I get to park in that great little parking spot. When someone I don't even know pays a compliment. If the sunset is pink and purple and blue. When I get to have a few moments of silence for myself.
But something happened toward the end of the month that made me kind of blah. Yeah, I was grateful for the things I am supposed to be grateful for, but I didn't feel like writing something down every single day.
So there you have it, the rest of the month went to blah.