When I contemplate a 45-meter-wide boulder hurtling to earth at 17,500 miles-per-hour, I am terrified and humbled. When I hear it will come right in line with the orbits of some GPS satellites and then miss us -- yes, I'm relieved. But I'm also further humbled and awe-struck that life as we know it is so precious and tenuous.
For years I've advocated keeping a gratitude journal, writing down five things every day that brought pleasure and gratefulness. I did so without fail as a part of my daily spiritual practice for at least a decade. Then life got busier. I let my schedule run me instead of me running it. I journaled only sporadically and stopped taking note of the simplest things that brought me comfort and joy.