I am grateful for the abundance in my life.

There are four kinds of tea in that cupboard. Nobody planned this. It happened because at some point there was enough slack in a week to buy a box of something on a whim, which is a fairly precise definition of abundance.

Most of it hides in that register — the drawer of chargers, the friend who can be texted at an odd hour, the fact that Thursday has nothing terrible scheduled in it. Grand accounting misses all of it. Count one small thing today that you own too much of.