Somewhere I heard about the book, “Thank and Grow Rich” by Pam Grout. I know all about the gratitude journal craze that’s out there now. I figured it was probably more of the same, but I liked the play on words so decided to get the book from the library.
I immediately liked the author’s style and at one point said to myself, “Her name sounds so familiar. . . ” So I looked at what other books she had written and there it was: The 20 Best Vacations to Enrich Your Life. I bought that book in 2008. The first place listed? The John C. Campbell Folk School. I’d never heard of it. I googled it. Was fascinated. Sent away for their catalog, and signed up for my first-ever writing class. Yep. If it wasn’t for Pam Grout, you wouldn’t be reading this blog.
Pam has zero interest in 30-day plans. She says it’s quite simple really. To see amazing things happen in your life, just do two things: When your eyes first open each morning, say to yourself, “Something amazingly awesome is going to happen today.” Then, publicly communicate three things you’re grateful for. Text them to a friend. Write them on Facebook. Email them. Whatever. Oh–and they have to be different things every single day.
So I decided not to overload Facebook. Or my blog readers. Instead, I’d overload my dear friend and maid-of-honor-to-be, Dawn. I called and asked if I could text her each morning. “You don’t have to write back, or even acknowledge them,” I told her. “I think it would also be a fun way for you to know what’s going on in my life down here,” I said. (Dawn lives in NY, I live in NC.) In no time, Dawn wanted in on the fun. So every morning we text each other at least three things we’re thankful for.
“Interesting you didn’t choose to text me,” Michael said. I explained that I wanted to connect with Dawn a little. “But if you want to, I can send them to you.”
“So tell me again, how does this work? Three things I’m thankful for? And they have to be different? No repeats?”
“You got it.”
“How can you do it without repeats?” he asked. “Don’t you run out of things?”
“Not at all! Here. I’ll read to you what I’ve sent Dawn the last few days.”
- I’m grateful for pasta cacio e pepe. I’m grateful for Read/Write (reads my students papers back to them). I’m grateful for Standards Based Grading. I’m grateful for Khan Academy’s online SAT program.
- I’m grateful for the 5 Walnut Wine Bar, the John Henry’s (the band there last night). I’m grateful for arriving at school in the daylight. I’m grateful for the down jacket that Michael bought me a couple years ago. (“Oh, nice,” said Michael) I’m grateful for my super warm mittens that Carly made.
- I’m grateful for the two snow days we had a couple weeks ago that gave me lots of time to work on my reports. I’m grateful for my co-teacher in Social Studies who always says things that make me feel like I’m a great teacher! I’m grateful for the ice pack my parents left here once that I use every day in my lunchbox. I’m grateful for Dad leaving cash hidden somewhere ever time he comes to visit.
“Okay, okay. I get it,” Michael said.
So this week I haven’t felt very stressed at all. And have felt genuinely happy and in a good mood. Not that I don’t usually, but this is more than my usual.
And then came yesterday.
Starbucks added $6 to my gift card after I wrote in to them to say I was having some trouble on their web site. When I went to use the card yesterday, there was a station behind the counter set up for what looked like making cake pops. And there were a few ruined ones sitting there. “I guess that means you get to eat them!” I said to the guy behind the counter. “Here,” he said, “Do you want a not-so-perfect cake pop?” I gladly held out my hand.
Then, last night, on my way to meet a tutoring student, I stopped in to Whit’s Custard. Michael and I swore off Whit’s Custard for January. But yesterday was February 1st. So I eagerly waited behind a couple while they ordered their custard. Then the cashier said to them, “Anything else?” and the guy said, “Whatever she wants,” and pointed to me!
“Really?!’ I asked.
“Sure. Why not. Life is short,” he replied. I usually order a baby scoop, but I quickly decided tonight was a one scoop kind of night. I made some small talk with them, thanked them, and was on my way.
Now, would I have gotten all these free sugary treats had I not been starting every morning saying, “Today is going to be an amazingly awesome day”? Maybe. But I’m not taking any chances.