Gratitude Recap or: The Human Heart: Do Not Fold, Spindle, or Mutilate

Well, after writing about gratitude every day for a month, and writing over sixteen thousand words on the subject, you'd think I've become a very grateful person as a result. Well... I guess I can say that I'm still working on my narrative. This morning, I was driving to church and playing music on shuffle from my personal collection. The song that came on before I got to my destination was from an album I bought fifteen years ago, from a small local band that only ever produced a single album. It was intense, passionate, fervent, and religiously themed. It brought to mind that very strange time in my life where... I was desperately searching for something. It's hard to share exactly what I mean by that, and hard to relate to if you're not, well, basically me. Actually, I have a hard time relating to past-me at times. I don't exactly sit in the happy medium. Of anything. Queue that old Billy Joel song some time later. So anyway, listening to that obscure song from 2011 made me think…