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two hundred and forty seven

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I may have mentioned once or twice or three times how fond I am of the ubiquitous pelicans here. Especially the slightly ludicrous sight of these large birds pirched so delicately on top of the extremely tall streetlights. I always look forward to approaching the bridge near Maroochydore as I am never disappointed, there is always at least one. I am grateful today that I looked up on the way home, because the sight of a distinctive quirky cute kookaburra instead of a pelican was so delightfully unexpected, and actually quite silly, I snorted with laughter a good kilometre afterwards. I am so very grateful for silly unexpected moments, that are even better than the expected. But damn if I missed the shot. You’ll have to take my word for it.

two hundred and forty six

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I am grateful for company in the kitchen. And help. Especially because it was unsolicited. And because I know not to take it for granted. It is precious and fleeting. Even if it quickly deteriorated into a selfie session.

two hundred and forty five

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I am grateful B has a mini me too. Jem has to put on her new stuff the minute she gets home. Admire it and wear it. Even if it is boots and puffer jackets and the sun is shining. Just like B. It was sweet to see the twinkle of pride in B’s eye, as I said, she really is your child. Whereas Kate and I might unpack our stuff tomorrow. If we get around to it. Or maybe B and Jem will do it for us. Or most likely, I’ll find an unpacked bag in my cupboard in a week’s time and wonder whose it is.

two hundred and forty four

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15 September. I am grateful for late nights, lie ins and brekkie with B at our favourite spot while the girls are both at sleepovers. We are often alone these days so I really am grateful for how much we enjoy each others company. And that we have a relationship as a couple and not only as parents. In fact, I suspect, a better one. Despite what the little princesses might think.

two hundred and forty three

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14 September. I am grateful for inspiring friends who are hell bent on doing something good for the world, who enable us all, who just get on with it. And who are determined to have a damn fun time doing it too.

two hundred and forty two

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I simply can’t capture the delightful moment I shared with a charming elderly gentleman today. I had just ordered my coffee when I caught his eye as he was struggling out of his jumper (or jersey depending on where you’re from). He winked at me and said, I’m always here about now, stripping for the customers. It was so delightfully unexpected. He was a real gentleman too in dress and demeanour. Hilarious. What a delightful character. I am so grateful for this little moment which just made the world a little lighter. And for having the pleasure of meeting this lovely man. And Jo, I’m not stalking older people, I’m not. But I am loving them.

lost

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I sobbed this morning. Poor B, sitting in Sydney, could hardly hear the words between the gulps. And I have no real idea why. I’m feeling anxious. Not sleeping well. A little out of control and not in a good way. Very emotional. Very demotivated. And to be honest a little lost. I sat on my bench, regrouped a bit, got a little perspective and carried on. And that’s just life. Its not always a bed of roses, even when it is. I know how much I have, how much I’ve learnt and gained, and I am so filled with gratitude for everything and everyone in my life, but today I got lost in all I’ve lost. It frightened me how easy it is to do. But I had to write my grateful for yesterday. I had read about how a gratitude practice can open your heart and rewire your brain. It does. It really does.

two hundred and forty

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I am grateful for a quiet moment of contemplation, a moment to pause, reflect, remember and give thanks. And for friendship and laughter and shared experience and understanding, which so beautifully filled the space left by contemplation.

two hundred and thirty nine

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I am grateful for that moment today after I had emptied my bag three times to find my car keys, retraced my steps mentally trying to figure where I’d left them, planned how best to physically do it, lost my breath as the reality hit home that I had really lost my keys somewhere, that I remembered my car was at the car wash and they had my keys. And that was why I was having a coffee because I was too early to fetch the car. I am hopeless. The up side is the wonderful feeling I get when I do finally remember. That moment for which I am so very grateful. It’s like playing a secret game with myself. But I know one day it will elude me. So today I really am grateful for those aha moments. How wonderful they are.