I’ve never been one to keep a diary. It’s a bit strange given the fact that I have a blog, but seriously, I kind of suck at it. At this point, it’s borderline comical.
Here’s how it usually goes down: after ringing in the new year, I’ll hightail it to the nearest bookstore and spend an excessive amount of time scouring the aisles in search for the perfect one. Sometimes, I’ll even buy a colorful pen to match it. Then, for about two or three months straight, I’ll put my entire heart and soul into the thing. Of course, like clockwork, I inevitably get bored. I don’t always have time to write a novel’s worth of material, so then days and weeks go by and it all starts turning into a never ending game of catchup, which let’s be honest, we all hate.
Yes, I understand it’s taken me the better part of a decade to finally realize this fault of mine. However, I still want to jot my thoughts down in some way or another. My solution? A gratitude journal.
Every morning, typically over some kind of warm caffeinated beverage and, if I’m lucky, a homemade pastry, I’ll sift through the events of the previous day and proceed to document the moments that brought a smile to my face. What am I grateful for? To me, it doesn’t matter if it’s just a word, a sentence, a paragraph, or an entire page, I want to be able to flip back and remember those little, happy moments that can often times get overlooked in the shuffle. Life changes so quickly and the older I get, the more I’m realizing how important it is to take a step back occasionally and let it all soak in.
Okay, now it’s your turn. Do any of you have a journal of some kind? If so, how long have you stuck with it? Does it serve a special purpose? Spill the details!