{
  "trx_id": "12f0069f7e18c0e01855bcbb1c075c5a1eb4b3b1",
  "block": 106145315,
  "trx_in_block": 1,
  "op_in_trx": 0,
  "virtual_op": 0,
  "timestamp": "2026-05-18T01:49:03",
  "op": [
    "delegate_vesting_shares",
    {
      "delegator": "steem",
      "delegatee": "jennthompson",
      "vesting_shares": "7114.249318 VESTS"
    }
  ]
}

{
  "trx_id": "d6aa1c95667bb9356154beef3eed0fd6acc0295f",
  "block": 105983318,
  "trx_in_block": 2,
  "op_in_trx": 0,
  "virtual_op": 0,
  "timestamp": "2026-05-12T10:11:30",
  "op": [
    "delegate_vesting_shares",
    {
      "delegator": "steem",
      "delegatee": "jennthompson",
      "vesting_shares": "4402.038913 VESTS"
    }
  ]
}

{
  "trx_id": "dbd0d38eea9ae460ee88597380d20d242f64a141",
  "block": 105512923,
  "trx_in_block": 4,
  "op_in_trx": 0,
  "virtual_op": 0,
  "timestamp": "2026-04-26T01:07:27",
  "op": [
    "delegate_vesting_shares",
    {
      "delegator": "steem",
      "delegatee": "jennthompson",
      "vesting_shares": "7126.765074 VESTS"
    }
  ]
}

{
  "trx_id": "3566db22f7f5cd3d34d99865c7a1e17a0f3879fc",
  "block": 102856853,
  "trx_in_block": 3,
  "op_in_trx": 0,
  "virtual_op": 0,
  "timestamp": "2026-01-23T12:00:30",
  "op": [
    "delegate_vesting_shares",
    {
      "delegator": "steem",
      "delegatee": "jennthompson",
      "vesting_shares": "4443.585732 VESTS"
    }
  ]
}

{
  "trx_id": "1275df7525d8a19fc6a02ff41823a6f1c0c5f079",
  "block": 91303203,
  "trx_in_block": 1,
  "op_in_trx": 0,
  "virtual_op": 0,
  "timestamp": "2024-12-17T07:17:12",
  "op": [
    "delegate_vesting_shares",
    {
      "delegator": "steem",
      "delegatee": "jennthompson",
      "vesting_shares": "4607.804929 VESTS"
    }
  ]
}

{
  "trx_id": "59ea344b82875f0954959cb52668563244a53b73",
  "block": 79857394,
  "trx_in_block": 2,
  "op_in_trx": 0,
  "virtual_op": 0,
  "timestamp": "2023-11-13T22:59:33",
  "op": [
    "delegate_vesting_shares",
    {
      "delegator": "steem",
      "delegatee": "jennthompson",
      "vesting_shares": "4776.938461 VESTS"
    }
  ]
}

{
  "trx_id": "03f6e2f0f0cca911bf96ea5c1f091974bea3f6fd",
  "block": 78350045,
  "trx_in_block": 0,
  "op_in_trx": 0,
  "virtual_op": 0,
  "timestamp": "2023-09-21T23:40:51",
  "op": [
    "delegate_vesting_shares",
    {
      "delegator": "steem",
      "delegatee": "jennthompson",
      "vesting_shares": "7714.217247 VESTS"
    }
  ]
}

{
  "trx_id": "b0479d5fc0b50a15d8f3eb42e9b50f42cb32d8e3",
  "block": 69115086,
  "trx_in_block": 2,
  "op_in_trx": 0,
  "virtual_op": 0,
  "timestamp": "2022-11-03T13:13:54",
  "op": [
    "delegate_vesting_shares",
    {
      "delegator": "steem",
      "delegatee": "jennthompson",
      "vesting_shares": "7935.898685 VESTS"
    }
  ]
}

{
  "trx_id": "a22c9b6a2aa9e41fc5a498c08c9dcadd9d950cec",
  "block": 60811099,
  "trx_in_block": 4,
  "op_in_trx": 0,
  "virtual_op": 0,
  "timestamp": "2022-01-17T12:22:03",
  "op": [
    "delegate_vesting_shares",
    {
      "delegator": "steem",
      "delegatee": "jennthompson",
      "vesting_shares": "8156.431916 VESTS"
    }
  ]
}

{
  "trx_id": "a186f8752b6f3f28858d41a66685a4ac9c4eb666",
  "block": 54609408,
  "trx_in_block": 4,
  "op_in_trx": 0,
  "virtual_op": 0,
  "timestamp": "2021-06-14T02:13:36",
  "op": [
    "delegate_vesting_shares",
    {
      "delegator": "steem",
      "delegatee": "jennthompson",
      "vesting_shares": "8340.200574 VESTS"
    }
  ]
}

{
  "trx_id": "e85908293cd2699062c91ca6964ce16eff98706d",
  "block": 49356808,
  "trx_in_block": 3,
  "op_in_trx": 0,
  "virtual_op": 0,
  "timestamp": "2020-12-11T12:30:24",
  "op": [
    "delegate_vesting_shares",
    {
      "delegator": "steem",
      "delegatee": "jennthompson",
      "vesting_shares": "8527.622548 VESTS"
    }
  ]
}

{
  "trx_id": "9f49cb5778c521619a02442b0ff0e69a61778025",
  "block": 49208362,
  "trx_in_block": 5,
  "op_in_trx": 0,
  "virtual_op": 0,
  "timestamp": "2020-12-06T06:07:12",
  "op": [
    "delegate_vesting_shares",
    {
      "delegator": "steem",
      "delegatee": "jennthompson",
      "vesting_shares": "1912.543513 VESTS"
    }
  ]
}

{
  "trx_id": "8f3e4ba358c6ec0ea425828ed5e6680d4b848cce",
  "block": 49191907,
  "trx_in_block": 3,
  "op_in_trx": 0,
  "virtual_op": 0,
  "timestamp": "2020-12-05T16:08:39",
  "op": [
    "delegate_vesting_shares",
    {
      "delegator": "steem",
      "delegatee": "jennthompson",
      "vesting_shares": "8533.830402 VESTS"
    }
  ]
}

{
  "trx_id": "a7bbfed24ac5afd0085990d3ba0b451598d47a06",
  "block": 48261165,
  "trx_in_block": 0,
  "op_in_trx": 0,
  "virtual_op": 0,
  "timestamp": "2020-11-02T18:29:39",
  "op": [
    "delegate_vesting_shares",
    {
      "delegator": "steem",
      "delegatee": "jennthompson",
      "vesting_shares": "1920.017158 VESTS"
    }
  ]
}

{
  "trx_id": "fb2d37a7437da44aceb3d8307c6cbb2a14f38ccd",
  "block": 43218632,
  "trx_in_block": 4,
  "op_in_trx": 0,
  "virtual_op": 0,
  "timestamp": "2020-05-09T07:06:00",
  "op": [
    "delegate_vesting_shares",
    {
      "delegator": "steem",
      "delegatee": "jennthompson",
      "vesting_shares": "8736.635761 VESTS"
    }
  ]
}

{
  "trx_id": "6c3c50ad2ad78b1cf634c4d87911b34385064da9",
  "block": 43194967,
  "trx_in_block": 0,
  "op_in_trx": 0,
  "virtual_op": 0,
  "timestamp": "2020-05-08T10:54:27",
  "op": [
    "delegate_vesting_shares",
    {
      "delegator": "steem",
      "delegatee": "jennthompson",
      "vesting_shares": "1953.311140 VESTS"
    }
  ]
}

{
  "trx_id": "b5d2f03548666978a0afe5fbfb58752ca9809f2e",
  "block": 42566233,
  "trx_in_block": 27,
  "op_in_trx": 0,
  "virtual_op": 0,
  "timestamp": "2020-04-16T00:46:42",
  "op": [
    "delegate_vesting_shares",
    {
      "delegator": "steem",
      "delegatee": "jennthompson",
      "vesting_shares": "8749.523209 VESTS"
    }
  ]
}

{
  "trx_id": "8b36ad1f29dc340397b1dfeb30e990961bf888a8",
  "block": 36898939,
  "trx_in_block": 4,
  "op_in_trx": 0,
  "virtual_op": 0,
  "timestamp": "2019-10-01T09:18:03",
  "op": [
    "comment",
    {
      "parent_author": "jennthompson",
      "parent_permlink": "day-fortyfour-feb-13",
      "author": "steemitboard",
      "permlink": "steemitboard-notify-jennthompson-20191001t091802000z",
      "title": "",
      "body": "Congratulations @jennthompson! You received a personal award!\n\n<table><tr><td>https://steemitimages.com/70x70/http://steemitboard.com/@jennthompson/birthday2.png</td><td>Happy Birthday! - You are on the Steem blockchain for 2 years!</td></tr></table>\n\n<sub>_You can view [your badges on your Steem Board](https://steemitboard.com/@jennthompson) and compare to others on the [Steem Ranking](https://steemitboard.com/ranking/index.php?name=jennthompson)_</sub>\n\n\n###### [Vote for @Steemitboard as a witness](https://v2.steemconnect.com/sign/account-witness-vote?witness=steemitboard&approve=1) to get one more award and increased upvotes!",
      "json_metadata": "{\"image\":[\"https://steemitboard.com/img/notify.png\"]}"
    }
  ]
}

{
  "trx_id": "b2ddca95f9aa82ceab95b1543cc442e3101793ec",
  "block": 32849050,
  "trx_in_block": 30,
  "op_in_trx": 0,
  "virtual_op": 0,
  "timestamp": "2019-05-12T17:52:21",
  "op": [
    "delegate_vesting_shares",
    {
      "delegator": "steem",
      "delegatee": "jennthompson",
      "vesting_shares": "8945.140022 VESTS"
    }
  ]
}

{
  "trx_id": "4a493210feba6191b6118d6817fe68e506ed442a",
  "block": 26404468,
  "trx_in_block": 57,
  "op_in_trx": 0,
  "virtual_op": 0,
  "timestamp": "2018-09-30T18:20:15",
  "op": [
    "comment",
    {
      "parent_author": "jennthompson",
      "parent_permlink": "day-fortyfour-feb-13",
      "author": "steemitboard",
      "permlink": "steemitboard-notify-jennthompson-20180930t182017000z",
      "title": "",
      "body": "Congratulations @jennthompson! You have received a personal award!\n\n[![](https://steemitimages.com/70x70/http://steemitboard.com/@jennthompson/birthday1.png)](http://steemitboard.com/@jennthompson)  1 Year on Steemit\n<sub>_Click on the badge to view your Board of Honor._</sub>\n\n\n**Do not miss the last post from @steemitboard:**\n<table><tr><td><a href=\"https://steemit.com/steemitboard/@steemitboard/steemitboard-knock-out-by-hardfork\"><img src=\"https://steemitimages.com/64x128/https://cdn.steemitimages.com/DQmSPagmBYytsJBn8FwewvqDFRphP6swbbndADgYEsaLNkZ/image.png\"></a></td><td><a href=\"https://steemit.com/steemitboard/@steemitboard/steemitboard-knock-out-by-hardfork\">SteemitBoard knock out by hardfork</a></td></tr></table>\n\n> Support [SteemitBoard's project](https://steemit.com/@steemitboard)! **[Vote for its witness](https://v2.steemconnect.com/sign/account-witness-vote?witness=steemitboard&approve=1)** and **get one more award**!",
      "json_metadata": "{\"image\":[\"https://steemitboard.com/img/notify.png\"]}"
    }
  ]
}

{
  "trx_id": "41e50339a724e168b0e66ae1e3f205d13f1d87ca",
  "block": 22491832,
  "trx_in_block": 34,
  "op_in_trx": 0,
  "virtual_op": 0,
  "timestamp": "2018-05-16T21:56:33",
  "op": [
    "delegate_vesting_shares",
    {
      "delegator": "steem",
      "delegatee": "jennthompson",
      "vesting_shares": "9144.750890 VESTS"
    }
  ]
}

{
  "trx_id": "2161a850d7dc5245734b21aeb5c1d47cda838261",
  "block": 20092484,
  "trx_in_block": 30,
  "op_in_trx": 0,
  "virtual_op": 0,
  "timestamp": "2018-02-22T12:22:48",
  "op": [
    "delegate_vesting_shares",
    {
      "delegator": "steem",
      "delegatee": "jennthompson",
      "vesting_shares": "29626.713421 VESTS"
    }
  ]
}

{
  "trx_id": "0000000000000000000000000000000000000000",
  "block": 20039102,
  "trx_in_block": 4294967295,
  "op_in_trx": 0,
  "virtual_op": 17,
  "timestamp": "2018-02-20T15:53:15",
  "op": [
    "author_reward",
    {
      "author": "jennthompson",
      "permlink": "day-fortyfour-feb-13",
      "sbd_payout": "0.183 SBD",
      "steem_payout": "0.000 STEEM",
      "vesting_payout": "89.933856 VESTS"
    }
  ]
}

{
  "trx_id": "0000000000000000000000000000000000000000",
  "block": 20014738,
  "trx_in_block": 4294967295,
  "op_in_trx": 0,
  "virtual_op": 9,
  "timestamp": "2018-02-19T19:34:33",
  "op": [
    "author_reward",
    {
      "author": "jennthompson",
      "permlink": "day-fortythree-feb-12",
      "sbd_payout": "0.008 SBD",
      "steem_payout": "0.000 STEEM",
      "vesting_payout": "6.132128 VESTS"
    }
  ]
}

{
  "trx_id": "cab80c71c1f3cb74b840c1ee9878ac3d929f8ace",
  "block": 19849599,
  "trx_in_block": 28,
  "op_in_trx": 0,
  "virtual_op": 0,
  "timestamp": "2018-02-14T01:51:42",
  "op": [
    "vote",
    {
      "voter": "veteran",
      "author": "jennthompson",
      "permlink": "day-fortyone-feb-10",
      "weight": 10000
    }
  ]
}

{
  "trx_id": "82235d0c1552745c9a3efa7ac85ed93e7cedc3c9",
  "block": 19838862,
  "trx_in_block": 69,
  "op_in_trx": 0,
  "virtual_op": 0,
  "timestamp": "2018-02-13T16:54:21",
  "op": [
    "vote",
    {
      "voter": "bue",
      "author": "jennthompson",
      "permlink": "day-fortyfour-feb-13",
      "weight": 10000
    }
  ]
}

{
  "trx_id": "88c9b72290f8c52f8a2d2053d6fd9d905efdead4",
  "block": 19838364,
  "trx_in_block": 24,
  "op_in_trx": 0,
  "virtual_op": 0,
  "timestamp": "2018-02-13T16:29:24",
  "op": [
    "vote",
    {
      "voter": "spiry-btc",
      "author": "jennthompson",
      "permlink": "day-fortyfour-feb-13",
      "weight": 500
    }
  ]
}

{
  "trx_id": "31bffcc4e0a6c8509ba7d1091d5d14a0f05be4e0",
  "block": 19838276,
  "trx_in_block": 0,
  "op_in_trx": 0,
  "virtual_op": 0,
  "timestamp": "2018-02-13T16:25:00",
  "op": [
    "vote",
    {
      "voter": "hr1",
      "author": "jennthompson",
      "permlink": "day-fortyfour-feb-13",
      "weight": 2
    }
  ]
}

{
  "trx_id": "1bb61cc240b0a6c7a778461563f0ed0b6815f39a",
  "block": 19838093,
  "trx_in_block": 18,
  "op_in_trx": 0,
  "virtual_op": 0,
  "timestamp": "2018-02-13T16:15:51",
  "op": [
    "vote",
    {
      "voter": "alignment",
      "author": "jennthompson",
      "permlink": "day-fortyfour-feb-13",
      "weight": 10000
    }
  ]
}

{
  "trx_id": "ecddb1562827143c77ad6912933e544cd1c4d2f9",
  "block": 19837642,
  "trx_in_block": 24,
  "op_in_trx": 0,
  "virtual_op": 0,
  "timestamp": "2018-02-13T15:53:15",
  "op": [
    "comment",
    {
      "parent_author": "",
      "parent_permlink": "morningthoughts",
      "author": "jennthompson",
      "permlink": "day-fortyfour-feb-13",
      "title": "Day FortyFour - Feb 13",
      "body": "I am a dude.  \n\nI am a total dude.\n\nExcept I can't pee standing up.  \n\nBut I am a total dude.  \n\nLogic and rationale rule my brain.  Fact over feeling.  Logic over like.  \n\nOn days like today ... being a dude isn't helpful.  \n\n* * * * *\n\nHunter has sensory issues.  Surrounding his teeth, his mouth entirely.  He had a cavity filled once.  They were supposed to be a special needs dentist.  They weren't.  They were terrible.  They drilled to fill a cavity with no freezing.  They held him down and did it.  It was barbaric.  And he didn't let any kind of instrument go in his mouth for two years after that.\n\nIt took months of fighting and every day screaming for him to stop freaking out so bad he'd injure one of us for me trying to brush his teeth.  I hate it.  Fighting with him.  I know where his hate for the toothbrush comes from and I am with him.  I hate that dentist lady.  I want to drill a hole in her cheek.  With no freezing.  And also honour his fear of things in his mouth.  But ... tooth decay.  \n\nWell, there has been some.  Tooth decay.  A lot of it.  \n\nAnd I knew this day would come eventually.  I knew, even just in booking a happy visit with the children's hospital dentist, I knew he'd need to be knocked out so that they could fix his teeth.  \n\nAnd I am anxious.  \n\nBut I'm a dude.  So I am not fully in touch with that anxiety.  I know it's there.  But I want to bury it and walk on it.  I want to talk about other things.  I want to focus elsewhere.  I want to avoid feeling my feelings.  \n\nI want to pretend this pit is not in the bottom of my stomach making me feel like I am going to throw up.  \n\nI want to pretend I am not worried.  Worried that sedation might mess him up.  Worried that there are underlying mitochondrial issues that we don't know about because I haven't spent thousands of dollars on the testing, and that it will matter now because ... sedation.  Worried that there will be a regression.  Or a complication.  \n\nI want to pretend that they know what they are doing and will be very careful with my small little boy.  I want to pretend that the day nurse and the charge nurse *knew* that there is mycin in vaccines so when I list allergies and include all mycins, I want to pretend like she doesn't ask me if no vaccination is a religious thing ... I want to pretend my insides aren't screaming I JUST LISTED HIS ALLERGENS AND MYCINS ARE IN EVERY VACCINE IN CANADA!  I want to pretend I didn't hear her say \"oh I didn't know that\" like she did.  I want to pretend they know everything that matters.  I want to pretend they will treat my precious cargo as though it really is ... precious ... to them too.  \n\nI want to pretend I didn't hear them say to give him tylenol before sedation, because I am not a doctor but I know it isn't safe or smart.  I want to pretend they are as motivated to be knowledgeable about every aspect of this surgery as I am now.  I want to pretend like they care, even a little bit.  \n\nI want to find an excuse to not be there.  I want to go work with my hands.  Of all the days that would be good to still be in the business of demolition.  I'd like to go tear out some flooring today.  I'd like to rip a house down to the studs then sweep every corner and leave a trade ready frame for someone to come build behind me.  \n\nI'd like to pretend I can avoid and just work.  I'd like to put my head down and grind it out today.  \n\nI'd like to take it for him, any shit that is to come his way.  I'd like to shield him from any consequence in this moment.  \n\nIt's going to be a long day.  \n\nI am grateful for last night's escape.  I might have planned it on purpose.  Knowing I would want to pretend today away and not worry that he will pull through ok.  \n\n![WIN_20180213_08_51_11_Pro.jpg](https://steemitimages.com/DQmabivX3Ts8D94maig99oW7bjBMFc6fXeKeYSL3KwDqYfy/WIN_20180213_08_51_11_Pro.jpg)",
      "json_metadata": "{\"tags\":[\"morningthoughts\",\"365daysofgratitude\",\"blog\",\"writing\",\"autismmom\"],\"image\":[\"https://steemitimages.com/DQmabivX3Ts8D94maig99oW7bjBMFc6fXeKeYSL3KwDqYfy/WIN_20180213_08_51_11_Pro.jpg\"],\"app\":\"steemit/0.1\",\"format\":\"markdown\"}"
    }
  ]
}

{
  "trx_id": "e14a6a5ca8b010f765a1a9feba6485c88c7581aa",
  "block": 19823053,
  "trx_in_block": 7,
  "op_in_trx": 0,
  "virtual_op": 0,
  "timestamp": "2018-02-13T03:43:09",
  "op": [
    "vote",
    {
      "voter": "paxobmovnik",
      "author": "jennthompson",
      "permlink": "day-fortythree-feb-12",
      "weight": 10000
    }
  ]
}

{
  "trx_id": "091d95163ca19ba5e63422584343c03340bbb2fb",
  "block": 19823009,
  "trx_in_block": 8,
  "op_in_trx": 0,
  "virtual_op": 0,
  "timestamp": "2018-02-13T03:40:57",
  "op": [
    "vote",
    {
      "voter": "vaafelvak",
      "author": "jennthompson",
      "permlink": "day-fortythree-feb-12",
      "weight": 10000
    }
  ]
}

{
  "trx_id": "09e498b1d94b159858aaffd28b03441bfc9c41b3",
  "block": 19817830,
  "trx_in_block": 3,
  "op_in_trx": 0,
  "virtual_op": 0,
  "timestamp": "2018-02-12T23:21:48",
  "op": [
    "vote",
    {
      "voter": "steemitboard",
      "author": "jennthompson",
      "permlink": "day-fortythree-feb-12",
      "weight": 100
    }
  ]
}

{
  "trx_id": "c552d4adfbed5729173cd3b26d346b0a30a736d5",
  "block": 19817829,
  "trx_in_block": 2,
  "op_in_trx": 0,
  "virtual_op": 0,
  "timestamp": "2018-02-12T23:21:45",
  "op": [
    "comment",
    {
      "parent_author": "jennthompson",
      "parent_permlink": "day-fortythree-feb-12",
      "author": "steemitboard",
      "permlink": "steemitboard-notify-jennthompson-20180212t232144000z",
      "title": "",
      "body": "Congratulations @jennthompson! You have completed some achievement on Steemit and have been rewarded with new badge(s) :\n\n[![](https://steemitimages.com/70x80/http://steemitboard.com/notifications/voted.png)](http://steemitboard.com/@jennthompson) Award for the number of upvotes received\n\nClick on any badge to view your own Board of Honor on SteemitBoard.\nFor more information about SteemitBoard, click [here](https://steemit.com/@steemitboard)\n\nIf you no longer want to receive notifications, reply to this comment with the word `STOP`\n\n> By upvoting this notification, you can help all Steemit users. Learn how [here](https://steemit.com/steemitboard/@steemitboard/http-i-cubeupload-com-7ciqeo-png)!",
      "json_metadata": "{\"image\":[\"https://steemitboard.com/img/notifications.png\"]}"
    }
  ]
}

{
  "trx_id": "8d7bdeeb54e0cfc59484e4f993564a566442378e",
  "block": 19813337,
  "trx_in_block": 29,
  "op_in_trx": 0,
  "virtual_op": 0,
  "timestamp": "2018-02-12T19:36:54",
  "op": [
    "vote",
    {
      "voter": "anomaly",
      "author": "jennthompson",
      "permlink": "day-fortythree-feb-12",
      "weight": 100
    }
  ]
}

{
  "trx_id": "e37c5bf04b6315745b67b4dd53b3167225871de7",
  "block": 19813329,
  "trx_in_block": 31,
  "op_in_trx": 0,
  "virtual_op": 0,
  "timestamp": "2018-02-12T19:36:30",
  "op": [
    "vote",
    {
      "voter": "abuovbo",
      "author": "jennthompson",
      "permlink": "day-fortythree-feb-12",
      "weight": 10000
    }
  ]
}

{
  "trx_id": "2b5910403e10ca5ae9a70a866144b038202ff58b",
  "block": 19813298,
  "trx_in_block": 10,
  "op_in_trx": 0,
  "virtual_op": 0,
  "timestamp": "2018-02-12T19:34:57",
  "op": [
    "vote",
    {
      "voter": "taufik",
      "author": "jennthompson",
      "permlink": "day-fortythree-feb-12",
      "weight": 10000
    }
  ]
}

{
  "trx_id": "f0b46615aab75122a92849f8c76a6366b1cff4f0",
  "block": 19813290,
  "trx_in_block": 14,
  "op_in_trx": 0,
  "virtual_op": 0,
  "timestamp": "2018-02-12T19:34:33",
  "op": [
    "comment",
    {
      "parent_author": "",
      "parent_permlink": "morningthoughts",
      "author": "jennthompson",
      "permlink": "day-fortythree-feb-12",
      "title": "Day FortyThree - Feb 12",
      "body": "I was born a girl.\n\nI never felt especially effeminate, although I have been told throughout my life all the things that make me \"girly.\"\n\nI am graceful and dainty, apparently. Those are \"effeminate\" qualities. I have always felt clumsy and oafish but I will give a bit of weight to the opinions of others, ceding that they may observe things about my self that I see from a skewed view.\n\nI am nurturing, apparently, and always the caretaker of the children. I would argue the first bit but go along with the second. I don't find myself to be overly nurturing. Or really all that nurturing at all. I lean more toward fact than feeling. I have a very hard time not hurting feelings with truth. It is something I am still learning.\n\nI am tall and slender and I should \"show off what God gave me.\" Although, that's slutty to me. I prefer to stay covered up, personally. I learned, I don't remember where, when I was very young that you choose a feature to show off and that is what is sexy and also subtle. I generally choose my legs, though on occasion it has been a low backed long dress that I choose. Because the small of my back is just as good as my legs. Don't show it all off at once, though, leave some things to the imagination. That's what good girls do.\n\nThe things I am that don't fit the mold, though, far outnumber my \"girly traits.\"\n\nI am loud and opinionated. This is not a sought after quality in females. You can think what you want in this moment and say what you want in this moment but the truth is that girls should keep their mouths shut. That is the perception. An opinionated female is trouble. She is challenging. She is work. I am happy to be those things. But many girls just learn to shut up.\n\nI am smart, brilliant even, and I USE my brain. For all the things. This is not popular for girls to do. Simple things, like contouring and fashion trends should fill the minds of females . Stop worrying your pretty little head about war in Palestine, leave that to the men.\n\nI am loyal, forthright and honest. These qualities will kill your popularity as a young female. There is something about the female society that involves lying to people's faces and stabbing them in the back the moment they turn around. I cannot do that, I am not good at it. I will tell you to your face that GirlA doesn't like you because BoyB is paying attention to you and she wants him. And then, I am the girl that gets put on the outside of the circle. Because the girl that I told ... she is also a girl ... and she will smile to my face and take the information and then go tell GirlA that I have said something behind her back. The catty crap turns on you. I do not forget that, so when GirlA tried to be my friend next week because she sees BoyB talking to me about basketball, I turn my back to her. Literally. And shut her out of the conversation. Because I don't play these stupid fucking games.\n\nI am not a victim, I missed that in the birth line. When I got my vagina, I missed my victim card. I was born with a brain that functions and knows - I make choices, some of those choices have negative consequences. I have hard work to do. No one is going to hand me things in life. If I want it, I have to work for it. Just like a man. Sometimes harder than a man has to .... because other men think that only men could do it.\n\nI see black and white. I see wrong and right. I see favours and failures. I don't see feelings. I feel them sometimes, but they are perceptive and mutable. Right and wrong is not. What is right is always right, across the board. What is wrong is always wrong, across the board. That alienates me from the female group. For, within that group right and wrong changes based on feeling and perception at the time (example - it's ok to kill babies, if they are still inside you. example - it is ok to lie to a boy about wanting to go out with him because you don't want to hurt his feelings in the moment he asked you. WRONG. those things are both still wrong and you are choosing to ignore what is right/wrong for your own personal benefit in the moment. females do it all the time.)\n\nI honestly believe that my value as a person is based on what I can and do do for other people. Not what I look like. I honestly believe that doing good work is the key to happiness and living on after your body is gone. I do not think how my cheekbones appear matters.\n\nAnd so, when discussing something with me, where should one assume I belong? With women, because of my body parts? With men, because of how I feel? or ... don't group me, maybe. Just talk to me about my life experiences. And I will just listen to you talk about yours.\n\nI identify as Jenn.\n\nPlease recognize how insulting it is to me when you say \"ya but you're a woman\" because I have never been welcome in that group. To put me in with a group identity that rejects me is quit insulting. To judge me based on values of that group is hurtful. To assume I have similar life experiences as people who have, often times, been my abusers ... is really not nice. It's the same as looking at the red headed boy with glasses and grouping him with the jocks. Ya, they both have penises, but their life experiences are not based solely on having the same genitalia.\n\nIt took me many years and hard work to own my womanness without falling prey to the stereotypes. It took me many years to be comfortable calling myself a woman, even, in spite of having a vagina and even giving birth ... because of the assumptions and stereotypes pushed on women.\n\nI am not the only woman who feels this way, either. There are many of us. Who have never fit in with \"what women should be\" and we don't want to!\n\nI would never assume any man is the same as \"all men\" because of body parts. Grant me the same courtesy. Or I will beat it into you. Like a man.",
      "json_metadata": "{\"tags\":[\"morningthoughts\",\"365daysofgratitude\",\"writing\",\"blog\"],\"app\":\"steemit/0.1\",\"format\":\"markdown\"}"
    }
  ]
}

{
  "trx_id": "9cdeae969ef29f9cd03600999846f36cc6d28820",
  "block": 19808263,
  "trx_in_block": 16,
  "op_in_trx": 0,
  "virtual_op": 0,
  "timestamp": "2018-02-12T15:22:57",
  "op": [
    "comment",
    {
      "parent_author": "",
      "parent_permlink": "morningthoughts",
      "author": "jennthompson",
      "permlink": "day-fortytwo-february-11",
      "title": "Day FortyTwo - February 11",
      "body": "Good morning Sunday.\n\nI woke up warm and rested.\n\nI had amazing dreams.\n\nI stretched the biggest stretch I could before rolling my feet out, putting one in front of the other, and heading downstairs.\n\nI love making breakfast in bed for my kids on Sunday mornings. It is one of my life's favourite things.\n\nI love the extra quiet.\n\nI love the extra time.\n\nI love the extra bit of love it takes to do this every week.\n\nI love everything about it. Especially the sleepy, smiling faces when I come through their doors.",
      "json_metadata": "{\"tags\":[\"morningthoughts\",\"365daysofgratitude\"],\"app\":\"steemit/0.1\",\"format\":\"markdown\"}"
    }
  ]
}

{
  "trx_id": "0000000000000000000000000000000000000000",
  "block": 19783798,
  "trx_in_block": 4294967295,
  "op_in_trx": 0,
  "virtual_op": 14,
  "timestamp": "2018-02-11T18:59:00",
  "op": [
    "author_reward",
    {
      "author": "jennthompson",
      "permlink": "day-thirtyone-flowers",
      "sbd_payout": "0.011 SBD",
      "steem_payout": "0.000 STEEM",
      "vesting_payout": "8.179624 VESTS"
    }
  ]
}

{
  "trx_id": "e8ab66004204687b63686623ba00ca5cb044a62b",
  "block": 19753666,
  "trx_in_block": 50,
  "op_in_trx": 0,
  "virtual_op": 0,
  "timestamp": "2018-02-10T17:51:09",
  "op": [
    "comment",
    {
      "parent_author": "",
      "parent_permlink": "morningthoughts",
      "author": "jennthompson",
      "permlink": "day-fortyone-feb-10",
      "title": "Day FortyOne (Feb 10) -",
      "body": "It is a wonderful thing to sleep in <3\n\nHunter doesn't sleep very much. He like to stay up late and get up early. And I get it. I don't sleep much either. Anyone who knows me well has heard me say it a time or twelve ...\n\nSleep is for the weak and the poor.\n\nAlso, it's a waste of time.\n\nThere are 24 usable hours in every day! (that's not my line, I stole it from hottytoohothot LivTyler in Empire Records).\n\nToday I wasted an entire half hour just laying in bed. Watching the world turn outside my window.\n\nI didn't hear any sound from down the hall so I thought I would jut lay here. And be lazy.\n\nHunter came down the hall, to go pee, and I know I need to get up and going now. It' time. To get downstairs and start the breakfast. Bacon. And eggs. Toasted bagels with cream cheese.\n\nAnd coffee. Lord do I love coffee. CannaCoffee <3\n\nEnjoying every day like the little slice of heaven that it is meant to be",
      "json_metadata": "{\"tags\":[\"morningthoughts\",\"365daysofgratitude\"],\"app\":\"steemit/0.1\",\"format\":\"markdown\"}"
    }
  ]
}

{
  "trx_id": "d1c018c4a4bd11d713cee6a870a16095ac8c89d6",
  "block": 19724861,
  "trx_in_block": 22,
  "op_in_trx": 0,
  "virtual_op": 0,
  "timestamp": "2018-02-09T17:50:12",
  "op": [
    "comment",
    {
      "parent_author": "",
      "parent_permlink": "morningthought",
      "author": "jennthompson",
      "permlink": "day-forty-feb-9",
      "title": "Day Forty (Feb 9) -",
      "body": "When the sky is clear and the sun comes out after a big huge snowfall ...\n\nThick arms of white covering all the branches ...\n\nSidewalks shoveled to make abrupt cliffs at the edge of each yard ...\n\nThe whole world glistens now. Every angle a different sparkle of sun off snow. The thick, heaviness of it dazzling in difference to the branches it weighs down. Tiny arms of weightless brown, blanketed beautifully.\n\nSuch a great reminder. Without the weight of it all, I wouldn't get to witness the sparkle.",
      "json_metadata": "{\"tags\":[\"morningthought\",\"365daysofgratitude\",\"gratitude\"],\"app\":\"steemit/0.1\",\"format\":\"markdown\"}"
    }
  ]
}

{
  "trx_id": "3ace681e5a39aa534cd50f31e2a639953d4ec554",
  "block": 19694953,
  "trx_in_block": 42,
  "op_in_trx": 0,
  "virtual_op": 0,
  "timestamp": "2018-02-08T16:52:57",
  "op": [
    "comment",
    {
      "parent_author": "",
      "parent_permlink": "morningthoughts",
      "author": "jennthompson",
      "permlink": "day-thirtynine-feb-8-what-is-the-last-good-thing-you-ate",
      "title": "Day ThirtyNine (Feb 8) - What is the last \"good\" thing you ate?",
      "body": "I don't know what \"good\" means ...\n\nEverything I eat is \"good\" ...\n\nI love food.  I love food almost as much as I love to laugh.  \n\nI like to buy it, I like to plan about it, I like to spend time prepping it.  I like to cook.  And I love to eat.  \n\nSo much of my joy is around food, actually.  Hosting dinners.  Having random pop overs.  Late fires and bbqs. \n\nI really enjoy facilitating a good time. \n\nThe last \"good\" thing I ate was probably dinner.  It was a late dinner of breakfast for supper.  Bagels with cream cheese, bacon, eggs, and hashbrowns.  I hadn't planned anything.  I hadn't taken anything out.  I just opened the fridge, my buddy was here hanging out, and decided ... it would be a breakfast for dinner kind of night.  \n\nAnd it was very good.\n\nI also ate a couple of coke bottle candies.  But I am not sure what is meant by \"good\" here so I am not counting those.  Even though I love coke bottles.  The old ones, that were kind of flattish with the word \"cola\" on them.  I like those ones.  They changed coke bottle candies at some time.  And the newer, roundish ones, aren't as good.  \n\nThey wrecked a lot of the candies I liked.  And even got rid of some entirely.  \n\nWhat ever happened to Bonkers!  They were my number one favourite candy.  \n\nTime to go grocery shopping, though.  Gotta cut this short.  Need to get 'er done before the roads are closed.\n\n![WIN_20180208_09_52_01_Pro.jpg](https://steemitimages.com/DQmf1CKYsSqh3CqoZZ4XGyd92zBt1k7DWEemRdwb2sevhXg/WIN_20180208_09_52_01_Pro.jpg)",
      "json_metadata": "{\"tags\":[\"morningthoughts\",\"365daysofgratitude\",\"blog\",\"writing\"],\"image\":[\"https://steemitimages.com/DQmf1CKYsSqh3CqoZZ4XGyd92zBt1k7DWEemRdwb2sevhXg/WIN_20180208_09_52_01_Pro.jpg\"],\"app\":\"steemit/0.1\",\"format\":\"markdown\"}"
    }
  ]
}

{
  "trx_id": "fd4e77a6029534436434982c69aaae07306192a5",
  "block": 19664941,
  "trx_in_block": 37,
  "op_in_trx": 0,
  "virtual_op": 0,
  "timestamp": "2018-02-07T15:41:57",
  "op": [
    "comment",
    {
      "parent_author": "",
      "parent_permlink": "morningthoughts",
      "author": "jennthompson",
      "permlink": "day-thirtyeight-february-7-name-a-person-you-wish-you-didn-t-have-to-deal-with-today",
      "title": "Day ThirtyEight (February 7) - Name a person you wish you didn't have to deal with today",
      "body": "Jackie.  She is my son's new case file worker.  \n\nThe reason I don't want to have to deal with her today is that... she is new.\n\nI am averse to change.  I work on it but this change is outside of my control.  And I happened to have a great working relationship with my son's last worker.  So I have been full of anxiety and dread about this, actually.  \n\nI will do it anyway, and maybe it will be just fine.  \n\nWish me luck",
      "json_metadata": "{\"tags\":[\"morningthoughts\",\"365daysofgratitude\",\"blog\",\"writing\"],\"app\":\"steemit/0.1\",\"format\":\"markdown\"}"
    }
  ]
}

{
  "trx_id": "5ffe8b8035556a541e42e4bd8b9fab1747ab6e55",
  "block": 19664386,
  "trx_in_block": 41,
  "op_in_trx": 0,
  "virtual_op": 0,
  "timestamp": "2018-02-07T15:14:12",
  "op": [
    "comment",
    {
      "parent_author": "",
      "parent_permlink": "morningthoughts",
      "author": "jennthompson",
      "permlink": "day-thirtyseven-feb-6-if-you-could-do-today-over-would-you-change-anything",
      "title": "Day ThirtySeven (Feb 6) - If you could do today over would you change anything?",
      "body": "Well this is going to be a quick morning thought.  Because it's the morning.  I haven't had my day yet.  So now, I wouldn't change anything.\n\nIf I could change anything about my night it would be that Hunter would go to sleep before 2am",
      "json_metadata": "{\"tags\":[\"morningthoughts\",\"blog\",\"writing\",\"365daysofgratitude\"],\"app\":\"steemit/0.1\",\"format\":\"markdown\"}"
    }
  ]
}

{
  "trx_id": "e8ab79c79c5a36a38afbada5842244f32daa6401",
  "block": 19607745,
  "trx_in_block": 47,
  "op_in_trx": 0,
  "virtual_op": 0,
  "timestamp": "2018-02-05T15:59:57",
  "op": [
    "comment",
    {
      "parent_author": "",
      "parent_permlink": "morningthoughts",
      "author": "jennthompson",
      "permlink": "day-thirtysix-feb-5-your-health",
      "title": "Day ThirtySix (Feb 5) - Your Health",
      "body": "FINALLY I am caught up and writing in real time!  Not writing in my book and then writing here.  To look at the laptop screen was like hell for my head for a while there.  Even if I lowered the brightness to almost too dim to see, it hurt my eyes.  Hurt my head.  I hope I will be better soon and forget, entirely, the hell it was to be forgetful and have double vision every where I go.  So ... to my health!! \n\n* * * * *\n\nI have always been healthy enough.  I mind over matter most health issues away.  That's why the concussion was so hard on me.  It was my mind that was hurt.  \n\nI see my body as a vessel, to do the bidding of my mind.  My mind is the keeper of my soul, my spark, my substance.  \n\nI am graced with a strong mind, one that I use to all of my ability.  Including to heal my body.  \n\nI have heard for so many years what I shouldn't be able to do anymore, on account of my back.  I have heard it from doctor after doctor, specialists, XRay techs, the CT girls ... they all say the same thing.  You shouldn't be walking anymore.  You can't pick up and put down your 30+pound child all day.  You must be in a debilitating amount of pain.  \n\nFirst and foremost, I learned at a very young age that I can do anything I set my mind to.  So I do it.  Maybe I am too stupid to know I shouldn't be able to, or maybe I am so smart that I realize that saying things to myself like \"I can't do this\" will make it so.  Which ever way you look at it, stupid or smart, I am still doing!  And I am not about to stop now!  \n\nI am also as stubborn as they come.  And I won't listen to anyone who tells me I can't or I shouldn't do something.  They'd have done well with this knowledge when I was in first grade and it was cold outside and someone announced on the PA system not to lick the frost of poles.  Little, five year old me, said ... don't tell me what I can and can't do.  And went straight out to lick the frost off a pole.  And when my tongue got stuck and they said just wait, don't move.  I didn't have to listen then either.  I moved.  I pulled.  And ripped it right off of there.  \n\nI do not recognize limitations and boundaries.  This is something that has been how I am forever.  I know nothing of limitation.  I believe, honestly and with my whole heart, that I can do absolutely anything.  And I believe that anyone else can too - if they choose to.  It is a good thing I was graced with this lack of limitation.  It helped me, later in life, when I sat across from a specialist and listened to him list off all the things my son would never do.  And again, later, when his first team of professionals told me over and over again what he wouldn't be able to do.  I simply don't speak that language.  \n\nThe only limitations people have are the ones they impose upon themselves.  That includes for our health.  \n\nWe can grow.  We can heal.  We can do anything and everything!  \n\nIf we just tell ourselves we can, and set our minds to it!  \n\n![WIN_20180205_08_48_21_Pro.jpg](https://steemitimages.com/DQmVnpKLd2aAU7agjrjo9NsgLCHnhFQozfV3hmFX9mCkZE2/WIN_20180205_08_48_21_Pro.jpg)",
      "json_metadata": "{\"tags\":[\"morningthoughts\",\"365daysofgratitude\",\"blog\",\"writing\"],\"image\":[\"https://steemitimages.com/DQmVnpKLd2aAU7agjrjo9NsgLCHnhFQozfV3hmFX9mCkZE2/WIN_20180205_08_48_21_Pro.jpg\"],\"app\":\"steemit/0.1\",\"format\":\"markdown\"}"
    }
  ]
}

{
  "trx_id": "6845113a59feb3f5074013a9b633d69e2246d88d",
  "block": 19607187,
  "trx_in_block": 0,
  "op_in_trx": 0,
  "virtual_op": 0,
  "timestamp": "2018-02-05T15:32:03",
  "op": [
    "vote",
    {
      "voter": "ubg",
      "author": "jennthompson",
      "permlink": "day-thirtyfive-feb-4-favourite-colour",
      "weight": 100
    }
  ]
}

{
  "trx_id": "4c8a93cc5f737a72c7bbb5b7091be9ac32037284",
  "block": 19607161,
  "trx_in_block": 12,
  "op_in_trx": 0,
  "virtual_op": 0,
  "timestamp": "2018-02-05T15:30:45",
  "op": [
    "comment",
    {
      "parent_author": "",
      "parent_permlink": "morningthoughts",
      "author": "jennthompson",
      "permlink": "day-thirtyfive-feb-4-favourite-colour",
      "title": "Day ThirtyFive (Feb 4) - Favourite Colour",
      "body": "My favourite colour is green.  Because it is one of the ones that I see.  I am not fully colourblind.  I have tonal confusion or something.  It's a rod and cone disorder of the eye.  My rods and cones don't work quite right.  So some colours are mixed up for me.  If you ever see me in an outfit that really doesn't match, colour wise, I probably don't know.  You should tell me.  I might think my shirt is blue, but it's purple, or dark brown.  I don't know.  I can't tell so well.  \n\nI can memorize what things are supposed to be.  Like the sky is blue, even if it sometimes looks very white to me (and I don't mean the cloud cover/chem haze whiteness).  Water is blue, even if it looks green to me (that is, when it is not clear).  \n\nI can see, very clearly, greens and yellows.  They make up a large part of the colour of my eyes.  \n\nI love green and all the things that are green.  Like weed ;) it's great.  All the plants in the spring as they push through the dirt.  All those seeds, broken open, must hurt, but for growth - worth it.  To become!  Worth it!  To break out of a tiny shell, and through seemingly insurmountable darkness, to become a flower.  Or a tree.  Or a squash plant!  To finally reach out for the sun!  To feel the warmth on all of you, warmth that you can turn into energy!  Oh, to be a flower!  \n\nGreen means growth.  Green means a state of nature.  Green means spring time and summer is coming.  Green is my favourite for many reasons (outside of weed).  It's a gender neutral colour to choose, too.  And it is my favourite.",
      "json_metadata": "{\"tags\":[\"morningthoughts\",\"365daysofgratitude\",\"writing\",\"blog\"],\"app\":\"steemit/0.1\",\"format\":\"markdown\"}"
    }
  ]
}

{
  "trx_id": "8babdfae1da75c7ee856ff10b1f2a3030c2c9168",
  "block": 19606928,
  "trx_in_block": 20,
  "op_in_trx": 0,
  "virtual_op": 0,
  "timestamp": "2018-02-05T15:19:06",
  "op": [
    "comment",
    {
      "parent_author": "",
      "parent_permlink": "morningthoughts",
      "author": "jennthompson",
      "permlink": "day-thirtyfour-feb-3-stars",
      "title": "Day ThirtyFour (Feb 3) - Stars",
      "body": "I rarely see the stars from in the city.  I need to get out to the woods this year.  \n\nI will never forget, this one time in University, driving around with my roomie at the time.  She had a sunroof.  And the Northern Lights were amazing at the time.  Out there, where we lived, there were always plenty of stars.  The city lights from Edmonton didn't ruin the sky in our small town.  \n\nIt seemed like, no matter where we drove, the lights were following us.  So we drove, on the back roads, all the way around the town.  On the outskirts of it.  Watching these northern lights follow us.  \n\nIt happened, when we had gone all the way around town twice, that we looked up, through the sunroof, and saw all of the stars wiped out of the sky by the northern lights.  They were all that was visible, all the way around.  They had, indeed, followed us, and made a big circle of darkness in the centre and then just glorious, amazing, dancing lights all around.  And she was from the NWT so she told me a few light legends.  Like about conceiving geniuses under them.  And whistling to make them dance.\n\nSo there, on the dirt road outside Camrose, pulled over, two young adult women pushed up out of the sunroof of a green sunfire, we whistled.  We whistled up at the sky and watched the lights dance for us, surrounding us, taking over the entire sky just to show us their glory.  \n\nI had a deep and powerful connection with that girl.  I wish I hadn't been so high so often, sullying up our friendship.  She may have grown up to think I was too high to remember the magic.  I wasn't.  I never forget.  Especially not magic.",
      "json_metadata": "{\"tags\":[\"morningthoughts\",\"365daysofgratitude\",\"blog\",\"writing\"],\"app\":\"steemit/0.1\",\"format\":\"markdown\"}"
    }
  ]
}

{
  "trx_id": "8eb9ed056543941af0352b0fd8d91735b5e09999",
  "block": 19582847,
  "trx_in_block": 4,
  "op_in_trx": 0,
  "virtual_op": 0,
  "timestamp": "2018-02-04T19:14:33",
  "op": [
    "comment",
    {
      "parent_author": "",
      "parent_permlink": "morningthoughts",
      "author": "jennthompson",
      "permlink": "day-thirtythree-feb-2-expectations",
      "title": "Day ThirtyThree (Feb 2) - Expectations",
      "body": "I remember once, when my daughter was much younger, her telling me that I wouldn't find myself getting disappointed so often if I just lowered my expectations.  She was very young, maybe 6 or so at the time.  She is always saying things that are brilliant and hilarious.  \n\nShe's sort of right.  But I remember how sad hearing her say that made me feel.  \n\nI would never want her to lower her expectations.  I would never want her to know disappointment either (I know that's silly - all people know it eventually - it's just a mamabear thing).  \n\nI haven't lowered my expectations.  I still get disappointed.  \n\nThe thing is, though, I find my disappointment fleeting.  I find things that don't meet my expectations ... pass out of my life.  And if I were to lower my expectations, I do not know that I would be so lucky.  \n\nSo many leads lives of quiet desperation.  Settling for lowered expectations.  Disappointment drawn out over decades.  \n\nI do not want that for my life.  I will not model that for my children.  \n\nHigh expectations yield exceptional results.  \n\nKeep reaching higher.  Keep hoping longer.  \n\nWonderful, glorious, amazing things are out there.  \n\nExpect them to find you!  And they will <3",
      "json_metadata": "{\"tags\":[\"morningthoughts\",\"365daysofgratitude\",\"blog\",\"writing\"],\"app\":\"steemit/0.1\",\"format\":\"markdown\"}"
    }
  ]
}

{
  "trx_id": "8b55f1d8ce1100f6a0b9ec5f83d6ba0a719a404c",
  "block": 19582678,
  "trx_in_block": 33,
  "op_in_trx": 0,
  "virtual_op": 0,
  "timestamp": "2018-02-04T19:06:06",
  "op": [
    "comment",
    {
      "parent_author": "",
      "parent_permlink": "morningthoughts",
      "author": "jennthompson",
      "permlink": "day-thirtytwo-feb-1-your-favourite-piece-of-art",
      "title": "Day ThirtyTwo (Feb 1) - Your favourite piece of art",
      "body": "Oh this is so easy ...\n\nI have drawings of my children.  Done when they were three.  \n\nGreater art has no one than the art they create with their own body.  \n\nI used to sing and write and do many things as forms of art.  Until I was a mother.  And while I still do those things, they are merely to pass time.  I know they are not creation.  Not like my children are.  \n\nI gave them form, like a potter at the wheel, before they were ever born.  \n\nI loved them, with gentle brush strokes of hair off foreheads before I breathe them in.  \n\nI sculpt them, giving them shape to show the world their beauty, while being able to withstand the harsh elements of it.  \n\nI polish them and prepare them.  And I sit back and admire them in their beauty.  Knowing my hand played a part in creating the beauty that they are.  While understanding divine inspiration and seeing the glory of individuality in each of them.  \n\nIt is humbling, to be the artist, preparing a majestic work for the world.  \n\nI hope to stay pure enough in intention to do these canvasses justice!",
      "json_metadata": "{\"tags\":[\"morningthoughts\",\"365daysofgratitude\",\"blog\",\"writing\"],\"app\":\"steemit/0.1\",\"format\":\"markdown\"}"
    }
  ]
}

{
  "trx_id": "e2dd31855cd3b6504074ae82a41ac9b382da8aec",
  "block": 19582559,
  "trx_in_block": 24,
  "op_in_trx": 0,
  "virtual_op": 0,
  "timestamp": "2018-02-04T19:00:09",
  "op": [
    "vote",
    {
      "voter": "diantbi",
      "author": "jennthompson",
      "permlink": "day-thirtyone-flowers",
      "weight": 10000
    }
  ]
}

{
  "trx_id": "0859df50ea147967590e10d4c07a7a49d05d06b2",
  "block": 19582536,
  "trx_in_block": 29,
  "op_in_trx": 0,
  "virtual_op": 0,
  "timestamp": "2018-02-04T18:59:00",
  "op": [
    "comment",
    {
      "parent_author": "",
      "parent_permlink": "morningthoughts",
      "author": "jennthompson",
      "permlink": "day-thirtyone-flowers",
      "title": "Day ThirtyOne - Flowers",
      "body": "I do love to stop and smell the flowers.  And I just bought some fake ones the other day.  For my vulnerability.  To give to someone.  And maybe ask him to be my valentine.  \n\nI am not like other girls.  I don't want dozens of roses, or any flowers really.  If I get any I want carnations.  Because they are the best bang for your flower buck and they live forever.  Plus they smell delicious!  \n\nI like flowers when they are in the ground.  \n\nOr on trees.  \n\nI love to walk under cherry blossoms and breath so deeply I think the petals might come right up my nose.  Lilacs are the same.  \n\nThere is a spot, on the walk to where I used to work, with this path of trees.  There is sidewalk on either side of the patch of grass and two rows of trees.  And so many people walk along it.  It's a really busy sidewalk actually.  And they are all missing the spot between the trees.  \n\nI walked in the middle of those rows every day on my way to and from work.  There is a special time of year, a few weeks in the spring, when the trees are about to blossom, that walking through it, tall as I am, I can breathe in the freshness of those flowers.  And no one is ever in the way.  \n\nI am sure, from the sidewalk, the flowers still smell.  But I know, from between those rows of trees, they smell more.  Just for me.  \n\nLife is full of little miracles.  Flowers are many of them.",
      "json_metadata": "{\"tags\":[\"morningthoughts\",\"365daysofgratitude\",\"blog\",\"writing\"],\"app\":\"steemit/0.1\",\"format\":\"markdown\"}"
    }
  ]
}

{
  "trx_id": "563fdca7a28b04f928bc3ced6a72d4db20e9007e",
  "block": 19582273,
  "trx_in_block": 4,
  "op_in_trx": 0,
  "virtual_op": 0,
  "timestamp": "2018-02-04T18:45:51",
  "op": [
    "comment",
    {
      "parent_author": "",
      "parent_permlink": "morningthoughts",
      "author": "jennthompson",
      "permlink": "day-thirty-rain",
      "title": "Day Thirty - Rain",
      "body": "I do so love the rain.  And the freshness it brings the earth.  \n\nI love the solemn attitude that takes over entire communities when it rains.  \n\nI like hard, big heavy drops of rain, pounding down on a tin roof.  I miss Belize.  \n\nThe smell of life after it rains is something I wish could be bottled.  I want to stick my face in it, I want my sheets to smell of it.  I want to spray it on all my sweaters.  \n\nI used to think rain meant God was crying.  I used to think thunder was His angry scream.  It's funny, the things that come into our heads when we are little.  When life is but a dream.  \n\nNow I find the rain so soothing.  I find it cleansing, warm and welcoming.  \n\nI long for it in Winter.  I miss the smell of everything, clean.   \n\nI am grateful to be past the hump of cold times.  I am glad that summer is closely on its way.  \n\nI long to sit in hothot sunshine.  Smelling humidity and the coming rain in the breeze.  \n\nI long for droplets of summer sky rain on my skin.",
      "json_metadata": "{\"tags\":[\"morningthoughts\",\"365daysofgratitude\",\"blog\",\"writing\"],\"app\":\"steemit/0.1\",\"format\":\"markdown\"}"
    }
  ]
}

{
  "trx_id": "e76087a2fb7f1fe9e65ab8c2a3e269373f625ebc",
  "block": 19582142,
  "trx_in_block": 10,
  "op_in_trx": 0,
  "virtual_op": 0,
  "timestamp": "2018-02-04T18:39:18",
  "op": [
    "comment",
    {
      "parent_author": "",
      "parent_permlink": "morningthoughts",
      "author": "jennthompson",
      "permlink": "day-twentynine-happiness",
      "title": "Day TwentyNine - Happiness",
      "body": "Of course, happiness would come a day after sorrow.  It always does, doesn't it!?\n\nOf course it is easy to be grateful for happiness.  \n\nIt is simple to say thanks for smiles.  \n\nIt is a little harder to live in that place all the time.  But I try.  \n\nHere ... happiness is simple.  \n\nIt is in hearing my teenager gush about her latest crush.  It is listening to her sing.   Happiness is seeing her sit with her brother, and have them get along swimmingly.  \n\nHappiness is my son ... saying good morning mommy.  Giving me a hug.  Happiness is any new word for him.  Happiness is in interrupting a stim - without a meltdown.  Happiness is potty training!  He's successfully got it down.  Happiness is interest in playing with other children, socialization, wanting others around.  \n\nHappiness is the perfect cookie.  And homemade banana bread.  Happiness is a cup of coffee, and a quiet moment to clear my head.\n\nHappiness is progress.  Happiness is health.  Happiness is laughter.  \n\nIf you have those, you've got wealth.",
      "json_metadata": "{\"tags\":[\"morningthoughts\",\"365daysofgratitude\",\"blog\",\"writing\"],\"app\":\"steemit/0.1\",\"format\":\"markdown\"}"
    }
  ]
}

{
  "trx_id": "83702c25aa987518ccb005f0406db1a82865d45d",
  "block": 19582039,
  "trx_in_block": 52,
  "op_in_trx": 0,
  "virtual_op": 0,
  "timestamp": "2018-02-04T18:34:09",
  "op": [
    "comment",
    {
      "parent_author": "",
      "parent_permlink": "morningthoughts",
      "author": "jennthompson",
      "permlink": "day-twentyeight-sorrow",
      "title": "Day TwentyEight - Sorrow",
      "body": "I have had sorrow.  \n\nI know that it leads me to other places though.  I wouldn't have ever known how much I can grow if not for sorrow.  I would never have known how much fire I have in me, without the sorrow of my son's struggles.  \n\nIt taught me ferocity like I have never known before.  Showed me strength that I have never been lucky enough to witness without the struggle.  I know love deeper than I thought possible ... because I witness it all in Hunter.  \n\nHe wasn't full of sorrow for being Autistic.  That was me, for him.  And for what I thought I was losing out on because of it.  Really, though, I can't count how much I have gained thanks to it.  \n\nThis boy works harder than anyone I have ever known before.  He loves purely and simply.  He gives of himself, every day.  He inspires me to be a better human being, he showed me what it is to be truly compassionate.  \n\nIn the moment, when the sadness of sorrow overwhelms, it is hard to see ... but as I get older, as I learn more, as I have sadness pass time after time to be replaced with a brighter light than I ever knew before ... it becomes easier to know the light is coming.  It is easier to remember, with each onset of sorrow, that this too shall pass.  \n\nThis moment is just a stepping stone, to where ever I am meant to be.  \n\nAnd sorrow never lasts long for me.",
      "json_metadata": "{\"tags\":[\"morningthoughts\",\"365daysofgratitude\",\"blog\",\"writing\"],\"app\":\"steemit/0.1\",\"format\":\"markdown\"}"
    }
  ]
}

{
  "trx_id": "c4dfaea72eb85dd724569ddb2fc868938715aec9",
  "block": 19581909,
  "trx_in_block": 16,
  "op_in_trx": 0,
  "virtual_op": 0,
  "timestamp": "2018-02-04T18:27:36",
  "op": [
    "comment",
    {
      "parent_author": "",
      "parent_permlink": "morningthoughts",
      "author": "jennthompson",
      "permlink": "day-twentyseven-something-foreign-to-you",
      "title": "Day TwentySeven - Something Foreign to You",
      "body": "... \n\nMany things are foreign to me.  \n\nsomething I am grateful for being foreign to me, though ... \n\nvulnerability.  \n\nI am very rarely vulnerable.  I have many walls, I've spent years building them, and they keep me safe.  It is rare for me to let other in past them.  I almost never do.  \n\nIn fact, when I have, it has been an error.  This reinforces the rejection of the thought of allowing others in as well.  It's a crazy cycle.  But it is safe.  \n\nI rarely get hurt because of it.  \n\nI have heard the argument that ... I am closing off the opportunity for great things while I keep myself safe.  Oddly enough, those words usually come from mouths of folks trying to get in, who eventually have all hurt me.  \n\nI thought, lately, maybe it was right - to keep risking the hurt for the hope.  \n\nIt's definitely something that is foreign to me . Being vulnerable.  \n\nI am always open.  I am always honest.  I am always an oversharer.  I find no vulnerability there, though.  \n\nI am vulnerable when I say ...  I like you, I'd like to send time with you, I hope you like me too.  \n\nI am in that vulnerable place.  Foreign to me.  It is strange and slightly uncomfortable.  \n\nI hear that's where growth comes from ....",
      "json_metadata": "{\"tags\":[\"morningthoughts\",\"365daysofgratitude\",\"blog\",\"writing\"],\"app\":\"steemit/0.1\",\"format\":\"markdown\"}"
    }
  ]
}

{
  "trx_id": "1b4cb98a0b3db577236b08e11b66bf8d9305d450",
  "block": 19492812,
  "trx_in_block": 30,
  "op_in_trx": 0,
  "virtual_op": 0,
  "timestamp": "2018-02-01T16:03:09",
  "op": [
    "comment",
    {
      "parent_author": "",
      "parent_permlink": "morningthoughts",
      "author": "jennthompson",
      "permlink": "day-twentysix-climate",
      "title": "Day TwentySix - Climate",
      "body": "Well, the weather here is just the beesknees so ... I am happy!  \n\nI know a lot of people complain about Canadian winters, but I am in Calgary.  We have chinooks.  \n\nI couldn't live anywhere else in Canada for the winter, I don't think.  Here, the cold doesn't last too long.  And it always gives me an excuse to get things done around the house when it does show up to snap in, like cold does, for a week or so.  \n\nI could use more warmth in the summer.  And a longer growing season would suit me just fine.  \n\nI am not too sure what's up with climate change.  I am not too sure I can do much about it myself.  \n\nI remember the other day writing of MotherNature, and how I revere Her.  How I respect her.  \n\nI am glad for the sunshine, and I worship it every chance I get.  I praise theSun.  I long for Her warmth on my skin.  \n\nI should really move somewhere warmer, like Belize where it's warm all the time.  But all things are really relative.  And I could never leave snow far behind.",
      "json_metadata": "{\"tags\":[\"morningthoughts\",\"365daysofgratitude\",\"blog\",\"writing\"],\"app\":\"steemit/0.1\",\"format\":\"markdown\"}"
    }
  ]
}

{
  "trx_id": "1524dcfceebd694a79a9e5a026e838305aed80b1",
  "block": 19492582,
  "trx_in_block": 11,
  "op_in_trx": 0,
  "virtual_op": 0,
  "timestamp": "2018-02-01T15:51:36",
  "op": [
    "vote",
    {
      "voter": "hardian88",
      "author": "jennthompson",
      "permlink": "day-twentyfive-overcome-trouble",
      "weight": 10000
    }
  ]
}

{
  "trx_id": "f80e88471192141d07a7f0c421b36e02fa578946",
  "block": 19492577,
  "trx_in_block": 45,
  "op_in_trx": 0,
  "virtual_op": 0,
  "timestamp": "2018-02-01T15:51:21",
  "op": [
    "vote",
    {
      "voter": "raiarjun",
      "author": "jennthompson",
      "permlink": "day-twentyfive-overcome-trouble",
      "weight": 10000
    }
  ]
}

{
  "trx_id": "32411ba15294933f996bfeddf71b32233edc8198",
  "block": 19492566,
  "trx_in_block": 10,
  "op_in_trx": 0,
  "virtual_op": 0,
  "timestamp": "2018-02-01T15:50:48",
  "op": [
    "comment",
    {
      "parent_author": "",
      "parent_permlink": "morningthoughts",
      "author": "jennthompson",
      "permlink": "day-twentyfive-overcome-trouble",
      "title": "Day TwentyFive - Overcome Trouble",
      "body": "Oh of course there is gratitude for troubles overcome!  \n\nThe most in my life is ...\n\nCocaine.\n\nI am grateful to have overcome that trouble.  \n\nI remember how it was before.  Before the overcoming.  I remember how life was.  I remember lying to people all around me because I was using all the time.  I remember making up stories about why I missed work.  About why I looked like shit or why my nose was always running down my chin.  I remember being broke all the time and always blaming something else.  \n\nI remember the darkness of 4 am, with the sound of my heart pounding in my eardrums.  I remember the lonely that it was.  \n\nI remember feeling like I could never really be happy without it.  Without that fake substance putting me there.   I remember thinking I would do my thesis on Freud and how he was right ... cocaine does cure depression.  \n\nI remember slowly dying.  I remember going nowhere.  I remember really wishing for it all to just be over already.  All the while putting on a smile, a gummed out, numbed out smile.  To party on, dudes.  \n\nI don't remember coming out of it, exactly.  I do remember it was a lot of work.  \n\nI know it was years before I felt somewhat stable.  \n\nI know once it came, though, the actual happiness, there was no going back.  \n\nI am grateful for my daughter coming to me.  I am grateful for my stance as pro-life.  I am grateful that God put her here to stop me.  To force me to save myself.  \n\nI am grateful for the chance to love her.  And to be loved by her perfectly in return.  \n\nI am grateful for the chance to have a daughter, and form the bond I never had when I was young.  \n\nI am grateful for everything drugs took from me.  And I am grateful for the space left in that place. \n\nI am grateful for the life I found after getting high.  \n\nI wouldn't go back for a moment, not for anything.  \n\nI am lucky.  I am blessed.  I am grateful for it all.",
      "json_metadata": "{\"tags\":[\"morningthoughts\",\"365daysofgratitude\",\"blog\",\"writing\"],\"app\":\"steemit/0.1\",\"format\":\"markdown\"}"
    }
  ]
}

{
  "trx_id": "6387c179cc5153203a39e8139d39d74c5e741a8c",
  "block": 19492122,
  "trx_in_block": 12,
  "op_in_trx": 0,
  "virtual_op": 0,
  "timestamp": "2018-02-01T15:28:33",
  "op": [
    "comment",
    {
      "parent_author": "",
      "parent_permlink": "morningthoughts",
      "author": "jennthompson",
      "permlink": "day-twentyfour-life-goals",
      "title": "Day TwentyFour - Life Goals",
      "body": "I am not very ambitious.  \n\nAnd I don't care about the same things everyone else does.  \n\nMy life goals ... are simple.\n\nI want to raise my children to be happy people.  \n\nI want to see them grow up to find love and forge lives of their own.  \n\nI want them to love themselves and others.  \n\nI want them to feel like they come from a happy home.  \n\nI want to raise my children to know glory.  Not the pursuit of money, but glory in her true form.  \n\nI want my children to see the beauty in each sunrise.  I want my children to welcome every morn.\n\nMy life goals are less for me than for my children.  I want to teach them to weather every storm.  \n\nMy life goals are really about giving them what I didn't have growing up.  The warmth and love unconditional of a mother who wants their happiness the most.  \n\nI hope to die peacefully, and old, surrounded by my children.  And their children.  And I hope to see their smiles when I go.  I hope I get to know I left them happy.  I hope they live long lives, safe and warm.",
      "json_metadata": "{\"tags\":[\"morningthoughts\",\"365daysofgratitude\",\"blog\",\"writing\"],\"app\":\"steemit/0.1\",\"format\":\"markdown\"}"
    }
  ]
}

{
  "trx_id": "cddba990f3790ad8fe06952b768edc574b497dcb",
  "block": 19463635,
  "trx_in_block": 35,
  "op_in_trx": 0,
  "virtual_op": 0,
  "timestamp": "2018-01-31T15:42:00",
  "op": [
    "comment",
    {
      "parent_author": "",
      "parent_permlink": "morningthoughts",
      "author": "jennthompson",
      "permlink": "day-twentythree-pets",
      "title": "Day TwentyThree - Pets",
      "body": "I haven't had many pets.  I had one cat, myself.  Her name was PD.  She was already named when she came to me, just over one year old.  \n\nShe was a wonderful companion.  \n\nI write.  And computers were not around like this when she came to me, in high school.  I wrote on Hilroy paper with a crystal blue Bic pen.  I still prefer the Bic pen to the clicking of the keys on my laptop.  Back then, though, it wasn't for fun or passion.  It was mostly homework.  And I am a perfectionist.  I hated whiteout.  It made the page look sloppy.  So if I ever made an error, I would start again.  From the top of the page.  And rewrite.  I would crumple that sloppy, ruined, mistake page.  And PD would come running.  From anywhere she was in the whole entire house.  Some cats here cans open.  She heard paper crumple.  \n\nAnd she'd play fetch.  For hours and hours.  Until she had bitten so many holes in the crumpled ball of paper that it just kept coming undone.  Then she would stick her nose under the blanket on my bed, weasel her way underneath, curl up and sleep.  You could always tell PD was sleeping under something, she would turn on her defense mechanism if she heard anyone come close.  Suddenly, where ever she was, there would be a rumble.  A loud ... purr.  Her homing device.  \n\nPD was with me for 18 years or so.  Through high school.  University.  Bad roommates and worse romances.  Through the pregnancies and births of both my children.  Through the hard times that was Hunter's first year.  PD was always there.  \n\nI knew she was getting old and I knew she was going soon.  She never got sick, she just got more tired.  I Remember taking her to the vet and him telling me what it would cost to put her down and all that.  And then he said, or you can just take her home.  It's what we all want, he said.  If you want it to be fast, put her somewhere away from people, like the basement.  \n\nI took her home, and set her up a spot in the corner of the kitchen.  \n\nI knew it was the end when she tried to get up the stairs.  And to my room.  She was so old, she couldn't do stairs so much anymore.  So I carried her.  \n\nTo my room.  To my bed.  To underneath the cover.  And I laid down with her.  And she took a strange breath.  And she died.  \n\nI won't ever have a cat again.  My daughter has one now.  But I will never have another.  And I will always be grateful for the PDcat.  With her big puppy paws.  And her love of playing fetch.  And her sleeping under covers.  She was a lynx point siamese.  With beautiful blue eyes.  She lost her voice in my first year of university, because she stayed home when I went away.  She stayed home and stood at the front door meowing her deep, low, meow.  Until her voice was gone forever.  She lived another nearly 15 years without a voice, you know.  I have never been so loved.  \n\nIn May it's three years since she left.  I still miss her.",
      "json_metadata": "{\"tags\":[\"morningthoughts\",\"365daysofgratitude\",\"blog\",\"writing\"],\"app\":\"steemit/0.1\",\"format\":\"markdown\"}"
    }
  ]
}

{
  "trx_id": "036bcf98797c5293e0b2383800986bf4b0cac8ab",
  "block": 19463223,
  "trx_in_block": 30,
  "op_in_trx": 0,
  "virtual_op": 0,
  "timestamp": "2018-01-31T15:21:24",
  "op": [
    "comment",
    {
      "parent_author": "",
      "parent_permlink": "morningthoughts",
      "author": "jennthompson",
      "permlink": "day-twentytwo-mothernature",
      "title": "Day TwentyTwo - MotherNature",
      "body": "Oh, MotherNature.  MotherEarth.  TheGreatMother.  \n\nFor how much talk of the patriarchy there is, no one really ever pays attention to the most important Woman and Her rights, hey ... \n\nPoor MotherNature.  \n\nI have so much appreciation for theSun and theMoon.  TheUniverse as It exists.  Perfectly chaotic.  Controlled disorder.  I love it.  \n\nI love the birds as they sing.  The bees as they work.  I love everything that continues on around me.  \n\nI love that flowers just grow.  They don't care if you know.  Or think they're beautiful.  They just exist for their own bloom.  And it's beautiful.  \n\nI love that birds don't care if they whistle out of tune, or if you like their song.  They just sing.  They sing and they sing and they sing because it's beautiful and that's just what they do.  \n\nMotherNature is something we are all blessed to encounter.  I am not sure how many recognize it as such.  \n\nI am grateful for all of it.  Even the cold ;)",
      "json_metadata": "{\"tags\":[\"morningthoughts\",\"365daysofgratitude\",\"blog\",\"writing\"],\"app\":\"steemit/0.1\",\"format\":\"markdown\"}"
    }
  ]
}

{
  "trx_id": "ae10cf88eb0deb5de520bb01b4c0424ebaf2e55a",
  "block": 19434822,
  "trx_in_block": 7,
  "op_in_trx": 0,
  "virtual_op": 0,
  "timestamp": "2018-01-30T15:40:12",
  "op": [
    "vote",
    {
      "voter": "smarthamster72",
      "author": "jennthompson",
      "permlink": "day-twentyone-vacation",
      "weight": 100
    }
  ]
}

{
  "trx_id": "6b69aa74890bd2d39c824cc68462358686ebfb23",
  "block": 19434771,
  "trx_in_block": 43,
  "op_in_trx": 0,
  "virtual_op": 0,
  "timestamp": "2018-01-30T15:37:39",
  "op": [
    "comment",
    {
      "parent_author": "",
      "parent_permlink": "morningthought",
      "author": "jennthompson",
      "permlink": "day-twentyone-vacation",
      "title": "Day TwentyOne - Vacation",
      "body": "I took a couple of mini vacations last year.  I hadn't taken any time off at all in years.  I certainly hadn't taken time to go away alone in years.  Single momming can really make you ... forget about time alone.  \n\nI have never been one to waste time or money on frivolous things.  For me a vacation can be in my own backyard.  Literally.  \n\nBut last year I went actually away.  \n\nI told myself at the time that I would commit to doing it more often, too.  To working just a little harder to make sure I could get five days to my self each year.  No matter what.  \n\nTo sleep in.  And eat when I am hungry, not when the kids have left bits on their plates.  To eat what I want, too.  Not just what the children want for dinner.  \n\nThe free time, with free hands, is so beautiful.  I wandered.  Around the beach.  Around the city.  In and out of shops at my whim, without care or concern as to how the kids felt.  What they wanted to do.  I rush a lot on the regular, my things, in favour of what the kids want to do.  \n\nLaying, in the sand, with a book in my lap was a wonderful thing.  \n\nI am glad I got the chance to get away for a bit.  It was wonderful.  It reminded me how wonderful it really is.  And that it's time to get my daughter going places.",
      "json_metadata": "{\"tags\":[\"morningthought\",\"365daysofgratitude\",\"blog\",\"writing\"],\"app\":\"steemit/0.1\",\"format\":\"markdown\"}"
    }
  ]
}

{
  "trx_id": "1a406fe6d9da8ad97cbe9de5017906ca1fbb66fc",
  "block": 19393368,
  "trx_in_block": 39,
  "op_in_trx": 0,
  "virtual_op": 0,
  "timestamp": "2018-01-29T05:05:24",
  "op": [
    "comment",
    {
      "parent_author": "",
      "parent_permlink": "morningthoughts",
      "author": "jennthompson",
      "permlink": "day-twenty-a-problem",
      "title": "Day Twenty - A Problem",
      "body": "I learned long ago that each of my problems is merely a passage.  To where ever it is that I am meant to be.  \n\nAnd for each of them I am grateful.\n\nI remember when I was younger, how catastrophic each problem seemed.  Each error weighing so heavily on me.  And, as issues passed, and more, bigger problems came to me ... I realized, this too shall pass.  It's truer than it seems.  In each moment there can bee seen trial, or a teachable moment.  \n\nIt is difficult, in the moment, to notice this.  Even as I say ThankYou for it time and again.  I still forget.  In the moment, facing the problem, burdened with the struggle ... that it will pass.  \n\nThat it isn't really a problem.  \n\nIt is just something.  Happening.  Now.  \n\nOnly my reactions to it are within my scope of control.  And only they matter.  To me.  Really.  \n\nWithin my life, it doesn't matter what \"problems\" seem to befall me.  It matters only how I deal with them.  What I think of them.  What I do with each situation as it arises. \n\nDo I even think they are ... problems?\n\nWhat's a problem to you, might not be to me.  And vice versa.  \n\nI am grateful for certain graces that I have come to know as I have aged.  Thanks to problems of the past.  I am grateful for my abilities and my own knowledge of them.  Thanks to problems of the past.  I am grateful for my strength.  My smile.  My sight.  I am grateful for all these things and would not know them, if not for problems of the past.  I am grateful for my scars, and the wounds they cover up.  Wound of body and of psyche.  Thanks to problems of the past.  \n\nI am grateful for each problem.  And moreso for how I see it.  \n\nI am grateful for the lesson learned, without need to repeat it.",
      "json_metadata": "{\"tags\":[\"morningthoughts\",\"365daysofgratitude\",\"blog\",\"writing\"],\"app\":\"steemit/0.1\",\"format\":\"markdown\"}"
    }
  ]
}

{
  "trx_id": "1cd3d47008e9e736f2e21d14ef32aa9e2cfd9183",
  "block": 19393129,
  "trx_in_block": 22,
  "op_in_trx": 0,
  "virtual_op": 0,
  "timestamp": "2018-01-29T04:53:27",
  "op": [
    "comment",
    {
      "parent_author": "",
      "parent_permlink": "morningthoughts",
      "author": "jennthompson",
      "permlink": "day-nineteen-something-gray",
      "title": "Day Nineteen - Something Gray",
      "body": "Interesting prompt.  Gray areas are a hot topic of conversation around here.  \n\nI do not have much space for them.  Gray areas.\n\nI am a black and white thinker.\n\nBlack and white.\n\nGood and bad.\n\nRight and wrong.   \n\nYes and no.  \n\nNever maybe.  Never sort of.  Never kinda, ish, sometimes.  \n\nI am often told this is flawed thinking.  I am often told to navigate within the gray areas.  \n\nI appreciate that not everyone sees things this way.  I appreciate that many can make exceptions for themselves and others on a great many varying factors.  \n\nI don't.  For myself.  Or others.  \n\nI respect consistency.  I am drawn to strength.  Of character.  I find integrity to be the most attractive of all qualities.  And those things do not exist in gray areas.  They exist in the extremes.  \n\nProgress is not found in gray areas.  The middle road of reluctance does not produce impassioned invention.  And that is what I seek.  \n\nDeep, spiritual growth does not come from the gray area.  Healing is not there either.  I cannot learn in the gray area.  \n\nGratitude for gray ... \n\nI have the deepest gratitude for the gray hairs on my head.  They speak to the length of time for which I have been traveling in this body.  \n\nAnd the gray skies that sometimes accompany a sad afternoon.  They speak to my soul as an utterance from all the Gods that ... everything weeps.  And washes away what needs to go.  To make space for fresh smells and ... GROWTH.",
      "json_metadata": "{\"tags\":[\"morningthoughts\",\"365daysofgratitude\",\"blog\",\"writing\"],\"app\":\"steemit/0.1\",\"format\":\"markdown\"}"
    }
  ]
}

{
  "trx_id": "886bc2c722e1738afa6498f823207aa66d30b02f",
  "block": 19392926,
  "trx_in_block": 7,
  "op_in_trx": 0,
  "virtual_op": 0,
  "timestamp": "2018-01-29T04:43:18",
  "op": [
    "comment",
    {
      "parent_author": "",
      "parent_permlink": "morningthoughts",
      "author": "jennthompson",
      "permlink": "day-eighteen-contentment",
      "title": "Day Eighteen - Contentment",
      "body": "(I wonder as I type this out if I will be able to catch up, I am going to type two tonight, from my big book of writing.  The laptop screen makes for double vision.  So I am just looking at the keys.)\n\n* * * * *\n\nI find myself most content when I am disconnected from technology.  \n\nI find the distraction of a smart phone in my hand ... well, distracting.  From the moment.   And connecting with those around me.  \n\nI know because I notice, in moments when I am happiest ... laughing, lost in thoughtful conversation, with my loved ones ... technology is far out of reach.  \n\nI have had many chances to stop and notice moments lately.  We had a nice long Christmas break.  We did puzzles together.  Played so many card games.  Sat together and coloured while sipping tea.  And, really, these are my moments of contentment.  \n\nMoments I am staring at my children.  Moments in my kitchen, smelling what we will eat.  Moments when I hear my teenager singing, strumming her ukulele, a smile spread from cheek to cheek.  \n\nHearing the birds whistle outside the window.  \n\nSeeing the moon, knowing it is bright and full of power, strong and New.  \n\nIn all of this I find myself content.  \n\nIn each moment.\n\nAnd I am grateful",
      "json_metadata": "{\"tags\":[\"morningthoughts\",\"365daysofgratitude\",\"blog\",\"writing\"],\"app\":\"steemit/0.1\",\"format\":\"markdown\"}"
    }
  ]
}

{
  "trx_id": "0000000000000000000000000000000000000000",
  "block": 19327936,
  "trx_in_block": 4294967295,
  "op_in_trx": 0,
  "virtual_op": 4,
  "timestamp": "2018-01-26T22:32:09",
  "op": [
    "author_reward",
    {
      "author": "jennthompson",
      "permlink": "day-sixteen-loves",
      "sbd_payout": "0.040 SBD",
      "steem_payout": "0.000 STEEM",
      "vesting_payout": "16.372477 VESTS"
    }
  ]
}

{
  "trx_id": "0000000000000000000000000000000000000000",
  "block": 19205648,
  "trx_in_block": 4294967295,
  "op_in_trx": 0,
  "virtual_op": 33,
  "timestamp": "2018-01-22T16:34:54",
  "op": [
    "author_reward",
    {
      "author": "jennthompson",
      "permlink": "day-fifteen-silence",
      "sbd_payout": "0.019 SBD",
      "steem_payout": "0.000 STEEM",
      "vesting_payout": "8.187999 VESTS"
    }
  ]
}

{
  "trx_id": "8e732a4433e836623114887414f7eed708440326",
  "block": 19205000,
  "trx_in_block": 35,
  "op_in_trx": 0,
  "virtual_op": 0,
  "timestamp": "2018-01-22T16:02:27",
  "op": [
    "comment",
    {
      "parent_author": "",
      "parent_permlink": "morningthoughts",
      "author": "jennthompson",
      "permlink": "day-seventeen-smile",
      "title": "Day Seventeen - Smile",
      "body": "(still catching up)\n\nThe smiles I am most grateful for are my children's smiles.  \n\nFrom the first time you see them, then realize it wasn't a smile but just a fart, until the latest one ... they are just lovely aren't they.  I think it's something we shoot for every day, as parents, to see our kids smile.  To hear their laughter.  To know they are happy.  \n\nPeople don't smile as much at one another when they pass anymore.  Too busy looking down, scrolling on their phones.  No eye contact any more.  No smiles to strangers as they pass.  No hellos in the morning.  So much so that when I went for a walk a few weeks ago when the nice weather first started in my 'hood, I noticed, I said hi to a gentleman as he passed with his dog.  I said \"good morning\" and he looked at me like I was trying to take something from him.   I wasn't.  Not at all.  I was trying to give him something, actually.  Just a greeting.  A smile and a friendly hello.  That's all.  \n\nIt seems people are so busy with social media, they have no time for real contact.  Face to face socialization.  It's less and less common.  \n\nSmiles are seen through filtered facebook photos too often.  \n\nThose smiles, though they can be just as lovely, are not the smiles I long to see.\n\nThe first ones in the morning, when I wake my kids with breakfast. The ones that happen when they are sleeping and their dreams are amazing them.  The ones that pop up to brighten their whole faces up when you've finally accomplished the stage of the videogame you've been working on forEVER.  \n\nThe smiles on my children's faces are the ones for which I am eternally grateful.\n\n![WIN_20180122_09_02_00_Pro.jpg](https://steemitimages.com/DQmctpFv47N3UvvMbwhSDuwCeA7We1piBHS6JJrEAiBqedX/WIN_20180122_09_02_00_Pro.jpg)",
      "json_metadata": "{\"tags\":[\"morningthoughts\",\"365daysofgratitude\",\"blog\",\"writing\"],\"image\":[\"https://steemitimages.com/DQmctpFv47N3UvvMbwhSDuwCeA7We1piBHS6JJrEAiBqedX/WIN_20180122_09_02_00_Pro.jpg\"],\"app\":\"steemit/0.1\",\"format\":\"markdown\"}"
    }
  ]
}

{
  "trx_id": "0000000000000000000000000000000000000000",
  "block": 19135568,
  "trx_in_block": 4294967295,
  "op_in_trx": 0,
  "virtual_op": 20,
  "timestamp": "2018-01-20T06:09:39",
  "op": [
    "author_reward",
    {
      "author": "jennthompson",
      "permlink": "day-twelve-change",
      "sbd_payout": "0.008 SBD",
      "steem_payout": "0.000 STEEM",
      "vesting_payout": "6.141739 VESTS"
    }
  ]
}

{
  "trx_id": "9a5bd580f5938341070c58339d14673ff260940a",
  "block": 19127251,
  "trx_in_block": 56,
  "op_in_trx": 0,
  "virtual_op": 0,
  "timestamp": "2018-01-19T23:12:51",
  "op": [
    "comment",
    {
      "parent_author": "jennthompson",
      "parent_permlink": "day-sixteen-loves",
      "author": "spiritualmatters",
      "permlink": "re-jennthompson-day-sixteen-loves-20180119t231257500z",
      "title": "",
      "body": ">I say it often and to many, agape love is what I mean. \n\nAgape love is the safest and most risk-free form of love, except when misunderstood for eros love, with its many 'attachments' wanted and unwanted.\n\nBest regards. \n\nHoping you're feeling better...\n\nPeace.",
      "json_metadata": "{\"tags\":[\"morningthoughts\"],\"app\":\"steemit/0.1\"}"
    }
  ]
}

{
  "trx_id": "3d2dadce37d777557b4fa58afb4622c254ea6043",
  "block": 19127207,
  "trx_in_block": 19,
  "op_in_trx": 0,
  "virtual_op": 0,
  "timestamp": "2018-01-19T23:10:39",
  "op": [
    "vote",
    {
      "voter": "spiritualmatters",
      "author": "jennthompson",
      "permlink": "day-sixteen-loves",
      "weight": 10000
    }
  ]
}