I stopped keeping a gratitude journal.

Nearly every morning for ten years I had committed myself to a ritual of journaling what I was most grateful for. I would pour myself a cup of hot lemon water, stream some ambient calming music over my bluetooth speaker, pull out my Virtues Project Cards and my favourite pen (whose singular job was to be the conduit of my musings), and get down to the serious business of identifying the specifics of my gratitude from the day before.