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Gratitude

few years ago, my favorite gouroune, Oprah, advised his listeners to do what is called in English "gratitude list". After each day, she advised his followers to note why they thanked life. As I walked on the Web, I discovered a blogger Valerie, who publish at least every two days. I do not promise to do the same thing (you might tanner assez vite de m'entendre dire que je suis contente des 6 sortes de cafés disponibles à la cafeteria de mon école), mais je me suis dit que je devrais recommencer à me demander, à la fin de chaque jour, pourquoi je suis contente de ce que la vie m'a donné, depuis 24 heures.

Voilà donc ma liste pour aujourd'hui.


Je remercie la vie pour:

• L'air frais respiré ce matin. Un beau petit vent. La canicule ne s'est pas installée. Ouf.
  
• Nina Simone écoutée dans mon auto en revenant du travail. Personne ne chante aussi bien qu'elle "Nobody wants you, when you're down and out"
  
• Ce chèque $ 1000, found on my kitchen table, returning to work. No, I do not sell drugs, but instead I bought a Yaris, which allowed me to enjoy the discount offered by the federal government for buying a car less harmful to the ecology.
  
• This organic Colombian coffee tasted with colleagues that I am glad to find
  
• My new students intelligent and attentive. I hope they will also remain challenging throughout the session.
  
• Barack Obama. His smile, his hands, his generosity, his charisma, which will, I hope so, switch the heart and soul throughout America. What interesting picture presented by RDI, the Great Reportage tonight.
  
• Not having eaten Maple Leaf meats in recent weeks.
  
• Having slept well last night, even though it was Sunday.
  
• quietly Find great pleasure to teach. I feel that touch hearts and minds, sometimes. Answering questions after my classes, smile, say hello to more and more young people.
  
• able to have time for myself tonight because I worked hard this weekend.

There, 10-point, why I am happy with my day. And it's not even finished.

I'm still not used to working, I still have a hard time getting up in the morning. I can not say as I listen to Dan Bergman at this time that "everything is going." Without fly on pink clouds and unrealistic, I may decide to lay my eyes on the flowers which spread to my feet rather than the pot-chicken that my path is strewn.