It has come to an end. Much too quickly. As I reflect back on the month, it was this nightly/daily practice that made those days that were TOO much more manageable and gave every other day a positive glow. Even as I sometimes struggled to breathe through whatever chaos or imagined emergency in the moment, by the time I sat down to write, I could always find something about my day (and usually at least 5) that was unique and special and worth being grateful for. My month was infinitely improved by looking for the good, the great and the mundane.