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Today I am grateful for...

...professionalism, integrity and respect for confidentiality.  None of which were evident this morning.  I felt ill.  I wanted to run and hide...

...but I stayed.  I have done nothing wrong.  My feedback as constructive and came from a place of love.

This too shall pass.

I an grateful for discovering this delicious goodness that I was introduced to last night...

...which not only soothed me through my taste buds, but also served as a reminder of the great mindfulness tool I learned last night...

So when the emotions hit as I entered the shower, I was able to soothe and comfort myself...

I am grateful for the motivation and calmness of mind with which to spend over an hour traveling in the car simply to collect these tools for my new voluntary job...

I am also grateful for my own phone... this one is so small and foreign (being an android)...

I am grateful for new curtains free of patches, rips, and tears...

...like mother, like daughter...

Last but not least, I am grateful for Mr Wybie... who's soft-spoken nature has an immediate calming affect on me...

Today has been exhausting.  This morning's experience took me straight back to intermediate school.  The bullying.  The anxiety.  The wanting to run and hide.  But within minutes of using mindfulness techniques it all melted away.  Leaving me feeling calm.  I like this new me.

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