Part of my disease is a deep feeling of not having enough. Resentment and scarcity sometimes claw at me, and before long I’m discontent with everything around me. I begin to complain inwardly, endlessly, about how much money I make and how few opportunities come my way. It’s exhausting.

Fortunately, I have a program to remind me that gratitude restores me to a hopeful state. By taking note of even the smallest good things in my life, I begin to perceive all of life as a gift. And suddenly what little I may have starts to look like enough.

Today I will begin and end my workday with gratitude. In doing so, I will see that I am being cared for, as I always have.