I’m actually hesitant to see when I last wrote.
Archives
209/364/2015 Writing Desk!
201/364/2015 Confessions of a Life Long Journaler
Admittedly not all of them are full. The confession is that a few of them are missing and this stack doesn’t include the ones I started for each of my children.
60/365/2015 The Cousins Do Barnes and Noble
Two spiritual, two fat basic cookbooks, a refillable leather journal. And some other stuff.
My hand is appreciative
Re-committing
On a random Sunday morning to time for myself. And to journaling. But not to a page quota or a topic. Just to the time, paper, and ink.
Detritus
This is the floor beside my desk as I put the finishing touches on the final paper of my undergrad career. Don’t judge me, I’m just a waiting game away from BSW.
Amusement Park
I think. Â I think this is like a rollercoaster. Â The climb from non-entity to essential was a steady click, click, click. Â The view at the top was breath-taking and beautiful. Â It stirred my soul. Â The plunge from essential to optional? Â That was unexpected, and I think I may shatter when we hit the endpoint.