You know what road is paved with good intentions, don't you? I guess that is the road I have been on this weekend. Actually, just here was I traveling down that fabled path. I was enjoying the trees it seems leaving me unable to see the forest. There were too many chefs for my broth. I put all my eggs in one basket it seems.
Okay, I'll stop. Old proverbs, maxims, aphorisms, axioms, adages, saws, tags, mottos, epigrams, dictums, expressions, phrases, and formulas can't cover a lack of gratitude. And for that I guess I should be grateful. It keeps me humble.
I set out to do 22 days of dedicated gratitude blog journaling. I got to Day 8 and faltered. For that I can be forgive, yes? No? Maybe? Pretty please?
Is anybody reading? And should I care if they are? If you are? I would hope to tell you it is so.
So today on this Monday the 12th day of gratitude giving, I pledge to return to my due diligence. For to be ungrateful is unacceptable...unforgivable...un....well, you get the point.
I am grateful for four days of excuses, good intentions, and diversions. They remind me how easy it is to get on the wrong track. The signs are always there, just sometimes in a foreign language or faded from the sun. But it is the individual trees that make the forest. And I plan to see as many as I can.