I don't think I'm ungrateful, honestly.
I take time to smile at strangers and value my health and I can find joy in certain arrangements of muzak in an elevator. I like to feel a little more helpful in life by replacing products back on shelves in stores and I can appreciate lame puns and even laugh mirthfully at them.
I even used to volunteer to ring the Salvation Army bell, LA. And while freezing my butt off in so doing, I would try to be as un-obnoxious as possible while shaking that little red thing (I know. I was a rarity).
So okay, I don't think I'm ungrateful. But this "Grace in Small Things" deal is starting to get a little on my nerves. There seems to be this little thing where there is such a thing as being too grateful, perhaps?
Is that bad? I mean, it's not like it's ingratitude, right? I still appreciate things, but the whole thing is making me feel like it's a chore, which is the opposite of appreciating them for what they are.
So before I become totally ungrateful and jaded about blogging, I think I need to stop. Finito– no more: I am done with Grace for now.
And if you'll excuse me, I have some Tropic Thunder to watch, for which I am grateful.