Journaling: A Challenge (2/25/2019 - TBD)


I bought a deck of cards called a Wordsmith Deck by Best Self.  These cards have 6 categories of journaling prompts to be used to challenge yourself to do something different – to begin a regular routine of writing that will help reconnect you to yourself, ignite creativity and who knows what else!

The rules are simple:  1. Choose a prompt (or let one choose you)  2. Set aside time to express (by whatever means you feel is appropriate) what the prompt brings about. 

And so the challenge begins:

 

DAY 1:   WHAT RELATIONSHIPS ARE ADDING TO YOUR LIFE?

Depending on how you choose to read this question, you could go a couple different ways.  I chose to think about the type of relationships that add the most to my life.  That being said, the relationships that I take the time to invest in add the most to my life. 

For me this year, I am attempting to be very aware of being present in my life and in each moment.  I am making an effort to just enjoy and revel in the event or circumstance that I find myself in and avoid shrinking back into my head or escaping to my phone.  That being said, it is obvious that my thought process was about events, places, things, but this prompt made me twist that a little and consider the relationships that I have with people and if/what those relationships are adding to my life.  Of more concern – and defiantly worth of consideration – what do others think about their relationship with me and do I add to their life. 

This past weekend was a wonder-friend-full weekend.  We attended a 3 Amigos public concert on Friday evening in the crazy snow, hosted a private 3 Amigos show on Saturday night, and then attended a Roger Clyne solo show on Sunday afternoon.  We had 3 friends staying with us at our house and many other friends in town from all over attending as well.  The reason that I mention this is because somewhere along the way, I realized that I know very little about many of these friends in this particular circle.  I wondered to myself why that was.  We were all drawn together because of music that called to us.  We’ve connected on a level that is probably more true to our inner beings that most relationships.  Those relationships add a lot to my life, but could they be more?  Do I want them to be more? 

This is a bit off topic (or maybe it isn’t) but I learned this weekend that when people first meet me, they think that I am quiet, standoff-ish and although they didn’t say this, I probably come off as stuck-up or bitchy.  It is interesting to hear what others think of you, but it should also make you consider what you are bringing into their lives.  Maybe I am a tough cookie when it comes to letting people in.  Therefore, I may take energy in relationships and not give freely what I should. 

So, in considering this prompt again, many of the friendships in my life give me a boost.  They make me feel wanted, cared for, interesting, unique and desired.  However, do I need to work on being more invested in my friendships and consider more about what I give to these relationships? 

 ~A
February 25, 2019

 
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DAY 2:  NAME 50 THINGS THAT MAKE YOU SMILE

My husband
My dogs
My mom
My brother
Remembering my dad
My extended family
My friends
My nieces
Quinn Pasko
Farts
Books
Curtains billowing in a breeze
The smell of the mountains
Snow
The ocean
Taking photographs
People who sing boldly in their cars
Creating
Riding on my ATV
Road trips
Dancing
Lambs in pajamas
Bleached sheets
The smell of a wood burning stove
Mom’s quilts
Compliments
Chapstick
The sound of people laughing
Chocolate
Driving with the windows down
Singing along to songs with friends
Tacos
Wyoming
Trees
Mutton busting
My own bed
A long bath
Watching my dogs play together
Surprise packages in the mail
Pictures that children draw for me
Squishing my toes in mud
Quiet time to myself
Leaves quaking in a gentle breeze
Listening to kids play on a summer night
The sound of a camp fire
Not wearing any pants
#BuddyDudes
Giving unexpected presents to people
Sun tea brewing on a front porch
Flowers

~A
February 26, 2019


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