Today as I was packing for my move to Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania I found an old journal where I made a list of blessings to be thankful for. It’s sort of fantastic because I noticed after doing it long enough that the blessings on my list repeat themselves. So my list of 400 blessings is probably closer to 100 blessings, but as I grew in gratitude I experienced two distinct joys for the same thing. Like when you eat chocolate ice cream and its good, and you eat it again at some later time and it’s still good. It makes me feel like a little kid again. I should start another list.