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Bo-Bo Knows That Sometimes He Takes a Backseat to Forces he Doesn't Understand

Bo-Bo Knows Gratitude for Losing Scratch Tickets
I buy a scratch ticket maybe once every three years, so you know it was a bad day when, exhausted, I convinced myself that the answer to all my problems lay behind a silver film I could scratch away with a quarter. Surely, the fates would be kind to the woman who believed—even for a second— that the urge to buy a ticket was a clear sign that freedom could be bought for the price of a garishly colored dream.Alas, no.But I've decided this is a good thing. Because as Emily Dickinson once said in her halting nineteenth century way: "success is counted sweetest by those who ne'er succeed." Never mind how much that line reads like the sour grapes of a hermit woman who

Bo-Bo Knows Gratitude for Old Wisdom
Long before Nike slapped their just-do-it slogan on billboards and buses, some of the world's best thinkers were teaching that true happiness lies in yanking our thumbs out of our asses and taking action. Loosely translated, of course.Today I'm grateful for the philosophical cheerleading squad that reminds me that there's no substitute for sweat. Hopefully my favorite quotes will inspire you as much as they do me:"An idea that is developed and put into action is more important than an idea that exists only as an idea."- Buddha"We are what we repeatedly do. Excellence, then, is not an act, but a habit." - Aristotle

Bo-Bo Knows Gratitude for Vicarious Vacation Bliss
Just when I think I'm getting the hang of this gratitude thing, I go and bury my thankfulness beneath the rubble of some seriously ungrateful griping. Today it was about feeling worn down to the nubs but somehow not quite full-on sick.1 About how green it makes me that, as of 7 p.m., my husband's officially on vacation until November 30. About the shitstorm I have to get through before I can take my (much shorter) Thanksgiving break with him next week.But in the aisles of our local Stop & Shop tonight2, the radio launched into the Chaka Khan version of "I'm Every Woman" and Mike busted into an impromptu dance down the length of the natural food aisle: G

Bo-Bo Knows Gratitude for Grub Street
After the initial shock of the September 11th attacks wore off—once it became clear that the nuclear bombs I'd been bracing for weren't imminent—it became even more clear that my well-intended plan to satisfy my urge to write with a career in journalism was absolutely cock-eyed.I wish I could say tha

Bo-Bo Knows Gratitude for Unexpected Visitors
This morning I can't stop looking at the horse—yes, horse—in my neighbor's backyard. I stumbled from my bed a bit groggy but not so out of it that I failed to wonder what use my neighbors had for the horse trailer camped in their driveway. Their dobermans aren't that big. Then I g