
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.