Gratitude is the most important part of my spiritual practice. My spiritual practice isn't something I talk about often; I think it's personal. My mom is an ordained minister. However, I don't think either of us would call ourselves 'Christians'. The basis of my faith is rooted in Abrahamic tenants, but I openly admit to picking and choosing the parts I like from lots of different things and throwing the rest out. Gratitude. Gratitude is the well from where everything flows for me. My meditation and prayer time begins and ends with gratitude, every day.

Yesterday was kind of a weird day.

I found out one of my friends is getting divorced. They got married about a year (maybe two) after we finished college, and things between them and their partner seemed good up until...well, up until they starting telling everyone they were getting divorced.

I, more often than I admit, feel weird about not being married yet. Ten years ago I thought for sure I'd be married by now, with kids in tow. I'm very happy being single and I milk it for all it's worth, but the truth is, I'd rather be in a relationship. Then, I look around at my friends who married very young, and are already seperated and divorced. I can't imagine that kind of heartbreak. This may come off as an asshole thing to say, but it makes me happy that things have turned out the way they have for me. Gratitude.

I was invited to an event last night through my company. It was a private launch party for a makeup collaboration (I'll be posting about the line and the products next week). It was in Hollywood. Getting to the event was a nightmare---LA traffic, Siri telling me bad directions, a poor parking situation, rude valet, getting split up from my friends. I walked into the party cranky. So cranky. The bar was crowded, people in LA aren't always the nicest. I was in a mood. Until the DJ started playing one of my favorite Beyonce songs and it hit me. It was a Thursday night. I was in a posh bar in Hollywood, at a private party, for a makeup brand that I love, collabing with one of my favorite pop culture icons, and I had been invited because of my super cool job that I love to death. AND, as I waited for my friends, my favorite band was live broadcasting information about their newest album release. Why was I going to let stupid things ruin my night? I wasn't. Gratitude.

I'm not a believer in false positivity. Sometimes shit just sucks, and we owe it to ourselves to be honest about it and feel our feelings. But, there's always something to be greatful for. Take a deep breath and look around you. Could you take that breath? Do you have eyes to see? Gratitude.

Find the thing and live in that space for a few minutes. Just try it for me, k?

xo