We get so caught up in the busyness of our lives and our businesses that we forget to count our blessings. I know I am guilty. As a breast cancer survivor, I was told to keep a “gratitude journal” during my treatments. There were times it was hard to find anything to be grateful for and there were days when my only entry for the day was, “the coffee creamer wasn’t curdled.” You take what you can get, right?
At our new River House, we have a sign that hangs in the stairwell. I see it every morning. I read it daily and it puts me in a positive headspace.