by Bunny Terry | Sep 1, 2021 | Daily Gratitude, Gratitude Nerdiness
I’m all about words, but I thought you might like to see rather than hear about what’s been happening this past week in our world. Here’s your (mostly) Wordless Wednesday. I have a lot to be grateful for, don’t I? What’s up with you?...
by Bunny Terry | Aug 17, 2021 | Daily Gratitude, Gratitude Nerdiness
I recently read a post from someone on a stage IV colon cancer Facebook group. They said, “My doctor only gave my husband 12 months to live. What should we do?” That post caught my attention and brought me back to my own 12 month prognosis. Which happened...
by Bunny Terry | Aug 6, 2021 | Gratitude Nerdiness
I was getting my hair colored yesterday and my tech asked me what’s inspired me this week. We were discussing The Good Life Project. It made me think about all the books I was reading (yes, I read four or five at a time), the articles I see, the videos I watch....
by Bunny Terry | Jul 15, 2021 | Daily Gratitude, Gratitude Nerdiness
It’s a well known practice, writing a letter to your future self. But one I forget to do on a regular basis. And while I embrace the idea, I think the better practice is to write a thank you note to your future self. If you’re unfamiliar with the idea,...
by Bunny Terry | Jun 23, 2021 | Daily Gratitude, Gratitude Nerdiness
I’m preparing for my podcast interview with my friend, Guadalupe Goler, and in her recently published memoir “Just 4 Kicks,” she has an chapter on Gratitude. She lists 30 things she’s grateful for. It’s a list I could almost directly...
by Bunny Terry | Jun 21, 2021 | Daily Gratitude, Gratitude Nerdiness, Unexpected Gratitude
I’m an extrovert, an Enneagram 7, a High I. Every personality test I ever took says I’m highly social, almost to a fault. I live with constant FOMO (Fear of Missing Out). I feel certain that if I don’t attend an event or go to a party, something...
Bunny Terry is a native New Mexican who grew up on a farm in northeastern New Mexico. Her first writing job was typing stories on index cards on her family’s Underwood, stories that were uncannily like the ones she read over and over in O Ye’ Jigs and Julips, her favorite childhood book. No one thought to save those index cards for posterity, although there is the theory sarcastically circulated by her siblings that they will certainly be worth millions someday. 