Thursday, January 8, 2015

Journaling

Journaling - defined as "a form of psychotherapy." I wasn't even sure it was a real word when I started doing it, but there it is. I do keep a journal, maybe better described as morning pages. I don't write in it every day, but I figure if I managed my time better (my one and only New Year's resolution), that journaling time would increase. The difficulty is, my great-grandson also likes to write in my journal. Since he just turned 5 and is only now learning his letters, this can sometimes be a problem. He didn't seem to notice that he was writing his thoughts down on top of mine, effectively making it impossible for me to go back and see what magical ideas I had had.

There is no way I can yell at him, or tell him he cannot write in my journal; really, I'm glad he wants to do this. So I decided I would put my current binder where he would be unlikely to find it, but where it would be easy for me to get at. I'm sure you can guess what happened - I forgot where I put it! Days went by and I looked in all the desk drawers, on all the book shelves, everywhere and anywhere I thought it would have been logical to put this binder. Not there, or there or there! Yesterday, I finally found it! Right where I put it, on top of a bookcase, under a beautiful wooden bowl made and given to me by a friend. It is now back in plain sight, on top of the table in the pool room,

And yes, my great-grandson is again writing in my journal, But he has assured me that he is only writing on the pages I haven't used yet! I think that is very thoughtful of him, don't you?

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