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Being thankful.

I have started writing a daily list of ten things I am thankful for, first thing every morning.
It sounds cheesy, but it has been a fabulous tool in getting me into a good frame of mind first thing in the morning.
So tonight, I'm going to write it out here.
A list of things that I love.
A list of things that I shall take a few moments to celebrate.


1. I love that I take the time to write these lists. It has really helped me take a more positive approach to my days, and allows me to enjoy what I have substantially more.
2. I love that I have James in my life. We have gone through a few very shaky months, and it hasn't been easy to say the least. But things are moving forward again, and I am content in myself and my relationship. For that I am truly thankful.
3. I love that Clare won the All-Ireland hurling championship.
4. I love that I have a job I enjoy daily.
5. I love that I can see a very clear career path for myself and that I am getting the support to pursue that.
6. I love that Claire got a cat called Bramble Crumpet.
7. I am very excited that I get to meet him this weekend.
8. I am even more excited that I get to have a catch up with Claire.
9. I love that I cooked tomorrows dinner today.
10. I love my flat, especially all the photos on our walls.
11.I love that our neighbour gave us a funky shelving unit when he moved out of his flat.
12. I love how much James is enjoying his college course
13. I love how much opportunity has come his way over the past month
14. I love olives, especially ones stuffed with spice and served with manchego cheese
15. I love Edinburgh,and the life that it has allowed me to create


(That was slightly more than ten but I am very excited about Claire and her cat)

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