I was wondering, if you once blogged regularly do you always long for it? Time and time again I am drawn back to Imagine the North, although sadly - as the many false restarts will attest - I seem unable to capture the former magic. I guess we have moved on (and away) from blogging. The closest thing I have to it is Instagram. Like ItN my Instagram account provides me of diary of partial highlights; but still, I miss the text, the insight (my own insight gained through the act of putting a thought into words, a small concept with a beginning, middle and end) and the comments from friends.
Anyway here I am again, giving the old corpse of my blog a tentative poke with a stick, wondering if it is too far gone to resurrect.
Today I am getting up close and personal with my self-help habit. I have been looking for answers for years but seem no closer to finding them than when I first began to look. Could it be that the search is futile?
This is my Gratitude Journal - every day I am supposed to write five things I am grateful for in order to remain focussed on life's positives. I got the idea from a new (very inspirational and thought-provoking) friend on Facebook, Marike.
I am grateful for inspirational and thought-provoking friendships.
The journal is a lined exercise book with a firm card cover, wrapped in a really soft cloth that snaps shut with a very satisfying way. The pen is a Cross and has my name engraved in the centre. My husband bought me both for Christmas.
I am grateful for a generous and loving husband who knows not only that a pen and a journal will please me but also that having my name engraved on the pen and choosing a book wrapped in soft cloth with the perfect snap makes the difference between a wonderful gift and the perfect gift.
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