What I’m Grateful For: Having a Rough Time Finding It, Folks
It’s been a long week. And to be perfectly honest, I’m not able at this very moment, to find anything to be grateful for. I could blather on about food on the table and a roof over my head, which I AM indeed grateful for, but today I am tired, worn out and exhausted. 2020 dangnabit. I think we will see 2020 become a verb down the road, like Google became a verb for “search on the web.” We’ll say to our kids, “Don’t make me 2020 you!!” and “My car was just 2020’d!”
Maybe. If we get there. NO, WHEN!! We will get there, and looking back we will gloss over how bumpy and awful the road was. But today, I’m right here, end of August, feeling all 2020’d to pieces. Next week, it will be better I promise!
What I’m Reading: The Daily Stoic Journal by Ryan Holiday. So I got this hardbound daily journal last week and promised I would add a little more about it this week. It’s really interesting. A small, concise bit of room to write -nothing daunting or hard to stomach. A weekly idea or concept to mull over, then daily prompts with places for morning and evening notes / reflections. It’s been interesting to check in at the end of the day and reflect: did I do as good as I could have? Did I bring my best self? Where could I have done better? I’ve done lots of morning journaling, lists, planners over the years. I have done morning AND evening planners where the evening part is to map out the following day. But I’ve never done a daily reflection on how I showed up for the day, an honest look at the way in which I navigated that one, particular day. Not a list of tasks to be marked off…. not tasks to be moved to the next day…. but a reflection on how I showed up for myself and for others. This is gold, everyone. Really good stuff.
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Quote I’m Pondering: “Do not give in too much to feelings. An overly sensitive heart is an unhappy possession on this shaky earth.”– Johann Wolfgang von Goethe