During a long stretch of anxiety, a therapist suggested I end each day by writing one good thing in a cheap notebook. I was skeptical, because my days genuinely had very little good in them, or so I believed. Within two weeks I noticed I had started hunting for the entry all day long. The good thing could be a stranger holding a door or my dog choosing my lap. My circumstances did not change. My search engine did. Eight notebooks later, I can say this plainly: what you look for, you find. Train your eyes at night and your days will follow.
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