The leaves on the trees in Central Park turn auburn as the sentiment of thankfulness takes to the autumn air. I am overcome with the seasonal inclination to hasten my efforts at being grateful. Amid the warm colors of fall's facade, I remind myself that this exercise is meant to be performed with equal fervor throughout the year. An overzealous counting of blessings should be a daily routine, not an exercise to start at the beginning of beautiful November. I carefully consider my good fortune. Indulging in Trader Joe's pumpkin tea and macaroons with my best friend is at the top of the inventory.