I am bored with gratitude. I know it’s good for me to be all appreciative and whatnot. Yay for what I have.
It’s all good.
But I want to be in a place where I don’t have to trick myself into being happy with all the riches of day-to-day life. Where my kids say “We should go to Great Wolf Lodge.” and I don’t have to smile an apologetic smile and say we absolutely should…someday.
Where I have kick-ass insurance.
For now, I am grateful. I really am.
But I am looking forward to when I don’t have to think about it so much.
Keep swimmin' 
Try not to think about thinking about it so much. Keeping it simple, jotting down the little things, that’s what worked for me. Gradually it became second nature to just grab my journal and write at bedtime.
Maybe making it public is what’s sabotaging you? Just a thought.
xob
Great movie scene…scary part is our hormones ought to be kicking in soon and we are going to need that insurance when we start running down young chippies!