For Reasons, I tend to resist gratitude practice.
By Reasons, I mean that gratitude practice doesn’t play particularly well with my depression. The Monster gets gleeful when I look around at my life and all the many blessings I have because he gets to point out that I have all that and I am still a depressive and that’s just messed up on a whole different level. I mention this in case anybody else has a similar Monster.
My experience notwithstanding, there is research that says that practicing gratitude is good for us.
In point of fact, even I benefit from it at the times when the Monster is under the bed or wherever he goes when he’s not actively sitting on my chest.
It doesn’t have to be complicated. I can be grateful that there are dogs sleeping under the tables on the patio at the cafĂ© where I like to write blog posts, or that there is a moon in the sky when I get up in the dark, or that it is not actually possible to stab annoying people through my computer screen when they say irritating things in Zoom meetings. There aren’t rules, really. I can be snarky and grateful at the same time!
The point of the practice is that we notice. We have, evolutionarily, a negativity bias. Times being what they are, it is not surprising that many of us conclude that everything is terrible.
That might even be mostly true. But, again, there is sunlight on raindrops and hot cocoa and the sound of little kids laughing.
Let it transform us.

