I am grateful for my lifelong social anxiety.
I am grateful for the bunion on my right toe.
I am grateful that holidays drain me.
I am grateful that I am aging right on schedule.
I am grateful that I have bad dreams and trouble sleeping.
I am grateful that no matter how hard I try, there is a wall I can’t tear down.
I am grateful that chocolate is a part of my daily diet.
I am grateful that I am a poor driver and can never measure things correctly.
I am grateful that my writing only reaches a few people.
I am grateful that I fear the future.
I am grateful that I regret the past.
I am grateful that I fear change.
I am grateful that I never quite get the picture.

I could go on and on, but this is my first attempt to be grateful for the things I rue.
Because rue is ruinous. Daring to be grateful for the potholes may simply mean you are still on the road.

Vicki Woodyard