I have something to be grateful for every day.

Every day is a wide claim, and it has to include the bad ones to mean anything.

On the bad ones the something is usually small and unglamorous. A shower hot enough. A text from a person who did not need anything. Twenty minutes of sleep you had not expected to get.

These do not fix the day, and they are not offered as a fix. They are true things that happened alongside the difficult ones, and noticing them is not the same as pretending the day was fine.

Some days the whole list is one item. That is still a list.