I keep a rock by my bedside table. I call it my Gratitude Rock. Every night, I hold it in my hands and think of at least three things I’m grateful for. It’s the last thing I do before I pull the covers up and close my eyes. I’ve had this bedtime ritual for years now. I even travel with the rock, keeping it in my carry-on. Too anxious to …
I keep a rock by my bedside table. I call it my Gratitude Rock. Every night, I hold it in my hands and think of at least three things I’m grateful for. It’s the last thing I do before I pull the covers up and close my eyes. I’ve had this bedtime ritual for years now. I even travel with the rock, keeping it in my carry-on. Too anxious to leave my totem in checked luggage. Still waiting for a TSA agent to pull me aside and ask about my rock.
I keep a rock by my bedside table. I call it my Gratitude Rock. Every night, I hold it in my hands and think of at least three things I’m grateful for. It’s the last thing I do before I pull the covers up and close my eyes. I’ve had this bedtime ritual for years now. I even travel with the rock, keeping it in my carry-on. Too anxious to leave my totem in checked luggage. Still waiting for a TSA agent to pull me aside and ask about my rock.
Is that a rock in your pants, sir?
Years ago a friend gave me a real hand grenade with the charge removed. Next trip, that's going in my checked luggage.
That would make an awesome prize