I'd always thought it was called 'gratitude'.

Sometimes I am so hellbent on self-destruction that I make bad choices and take down those around me without even thinking about it. Sometimes I just destroy myself, and dissolve, explode, fracture, rupture, obliterate, or annihilate most of the good things my hard work has brought me to. Perhaps it's a lack of self-conviction. Perhaps it's a lack of self-worth. The bottom line is not why I get in my own way and act like such an ass-hat, but rather what to do about it. This: gratitude.

When I remember to be grateful on a daily basis, I rarely lose my way. Recently, on the tail end of a weekend in which I once again was less than the person I know I can be, my husband showed me a Ted talk by a benedictine monk about 'gratefulness' as he put it. When he said 'gratefulness' my brain pinged 'gratitude', but as a placeholder in my brain to that weekend where I, like a smoker throwing away the last pack of cigarettes she'll ever buy, I choose the word 'gratefulness' to remind me constantly to live up to the person I know I can be.

Petty, cowardly, resentful, entitled, angry, insecure, unconfident, weak ... these are all things I have chosen to leave behind. I choose to be mindful. I choose to be grateful.
 
And: here is that thing with that monk:
http://on.ted.com/gratefulness