When I am grateful, I make a cheesy iPod playlist, full of songs about redemption and underdogs. I am embarrassed by some of the additions.
When I am grateful, I find it impossible to concentrate. I float from task to task, leaving dishes undone and emails unanswered. I lose things: my wallet, my bus pass, my phone. Some of them get recovered.
When I am grateful, I talk about my gratitude over and over. I mutter thank you under my breath. I am giddy. I am sure I get under the skin of everyone I encounter.
When I am grateful, I slow down, if only for a day or two. I live in the moment, choose to savor the feeling. I save it for later, for days when I argue with others, for when the cat vomits on my afghan again. I carry my gratitude in my pocket, like a shiny quarter, careful not to spend it.
When I am grateful, I live in a state of awe and disbelief. I have to confirm, again and again, that yes, this is really happening. It has happened. It may happen again.
When I am grateful, I soften. My mind ceases its mechanical whirring, it’s clicks and starts. I become someone else, if only for a moment, a woman who breathes and feels humble.
In the past two days, I have done all of these things. I am so astounded and humbled by the response to the release of Blameless Mouth this week. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.