It’s easy to feel good.

Easy to take credit.

I’ve done it.

Felt something powerful.

Called it gratitude.

Called it humility.

Sometimes even believed it.

Maybe it was even real.

Maybe it was honest.

In the moment.

A moment when I wasn’t consumed with self.

A moment when I saw the space that had been provided.

The guidance.

The generosity.

The grace.

I could feel it

that overwhelming sense

that none of this was mine to take credit for.

That I’ve done so little,

while receiving so much.

Those moments used to move me.

Used to impress me.

Made me feel spiritually awake.

Like I got it.

Like I was someone who understood how generous theboss is.

For a long time now,

that hasn’t been enough.

Feeling it isn’t the requirement.

Saying it isn’t the work.

What’s required is action.

Consistent. Aligned. Responsive.

Action that proves I believe it.

Gratitude isn’t something I feel.

It’s something I do.

It’s how I carry what I’ve been given.

How I treat the space I’ve been provided.

How I show up

in response to what’s been provided.

That’s why for me,

gratitude is a verb.