Journal Eternal

I journal. I make sure I write in my journal every day. It’s a habit of mine that I once lost, but regained when my wonderful friend Larcy gave me a new one for my birthday.

If I think back, I quiver about my diaries of yesteryear. They were painstakingly written in, every day, and filled with diatribes on the latest high school squabble or wrenching heartache. In retrospect, I can laugh at myself. Thank goodness.

And that, well that’s what they’re there for. To look back, to reflect upon. To laugh at yourself and hold your own hand when you relive a hurt.

I started my journal on my first day of being 30. Swimming out of a year of negativity (barring Shmooshy, Cam and amazing friends), I determined my course for this Journal…

Short sentences. Three at max, per day. All of them have to be positive. The other Cath inspired that process. When I was in a heap, and crying to her on the phone, she told me I needed positive thought and as much of it as I can get. And then sent me pictures of beautiful cupcakes. Do love my friends.

She was right, you know, I need positive thought to keep me going, stop me from becoming clouded by negativity, and left wandering the inroads of my brain, looking for answers.

I love my Journal Eternal. And no, you can’t read it. 😛