Gladness is infectious

What if we spent a day starting every sentence with “I’m so glad …”?

I’m so glad I …

I’m so glad you …

I’m so glad we …

How soon would we run out of things to be glad about? or would we discover, at length, that the supply is endless?

I can’t help thinking people would be a lot happier if they were always looking for what makes them glad.

I’m so glad I thought of this.

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