I am grateful for the hill I ride down on my bicycle on my way from home to work every day. I feel like I should have a cape. Riding a bike is a great trip, but when you add downhill to the mix, that really takes the cake.
This will sound like bullshit, but it’s not. I am grateful for the ride up that same hill on my way back home at the end of the day. I’ve never been much of one for physical exercise but my commute calls for that, so I have no choice but to do it. I chuff like a steam locomotive, and I can tell it’s good for me. Then I get home at the end; and that makes for a nice reward in itself.
I am grateful for my clean kitchen. Sometimes it’s not, but we’ve been on a good several day run with that. I am not sure what causes what, but when the kitchen is clean, my mind is clear. When there is a dish monster creeping out of the sink, my brain turns to muck.