A couple of weeks back I shared a story about the gift of gratitude.
Three years ago I handed a journal to a friend on a whim. A last-second decision on my way out the door. I forgot about it almost immediately.
He didn’t.
He wrote in it daily. Committed himself to the practice. And a few weeks ago, out of nowhere, he posted a video celebrating the moment he finished it — thanking me for something I’d stopped thinking about years earlier.
I got that message at exactly the right time.
Life had been doing what life does. Work, pressure, commitments stacking up until the things that keep me upright had quietly slid off the edge of the desk. My creative work. My expression. My own gratitude practice, of all things.
His video brought me back.
It reminded me that the thing I made is still worth sharing.
Five years of practice
My gratitude practice started about five years ago.
I fell in love with the process almost immediately. Writing down what I’d noticed. Intentionally directing energy toward it rather than letting it pass by unexamined.
It changed how I moved through the world.
Not overnight, and not dramatically — but steadily, the way real things change.
I started creating content about it. Talking about it constantly and embodying its life-altering energy.
I loved it enough to build a journal around it. Designed it, found a printer in China and ordered three hundred of them.
Then I went quiet.
Some fear. Some laziness. A lot of other priorities. I never talked about it long enough or loud enough for anyone to actually hear me.
Kwazi’s video cut through that.
So I’m doing something about it.
Introducing The Gratitude Dojo
A new page. One purpose.
Delivering the gift of gratitude, consistently, to anyone who wants it — and building something I’m proud to put my name on.
Dojo — pronounced “doh-joh” — is the Japanese word for a place where you practise a discipline. A room you return to. A place of peace and power where the work of transformation happens, slowly, through repetition.
Plenty of people have walked into a dojo weak and undisciplined and walked out something else entirely.
That’s what I want this to be.
The creed
To me, gratitude has always been a discipline, a practice, a tool.
It is not something you have.
Or feel, or gain.
It’s something you earn.
You earn it through repetition.
Daily honing of the muscle fibres and neural pathways inside your body until you reach an eternally grateful state of being.
But even then the work is not done.
There will always be challenges, for life is a cunning adversary.
And when we are challenged, when we face hardship, we revert to our training.
We practice.
Then practice.
And practice some more.
Because we know the work is never done.
Gratitude is not a destination; it is a daily choice.
We choose to be like the alchemist who takes all of life’s hardships and smelts them down into something new.
We choose a reaction, a thought, a word differently to others.
Not because we are better than they are.
Because we have trained for this.
Our only goal is improvement.
Small wins, daily, repeated for a lifetime.
Bruce Lee once said:
“I fear not the man who has practised 10,000 kicks once, but I fear the man who has practised one kick 10,000 times.”
So we practice one kick, every day.
With no end in sight.
We practice.
Final thoughts
For the first time in a little while, I feel emboldened.
Ready to put myself out there again and begin sharing. This creation of mine and these gifts are made for sharing.
The Gratitude Dojo is live. Come train with me.
You can check out the Instagram page here. And if you are interested in grabbing one of the journals, you can find that here.
That’s it from me this week, gang.
With gratitude,
SAV
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