Tuesday, January 4, 2011


Dear Mom,

I journal—handwrite—every day or nearly. Sometimes on busy days it slips by, but I try and make it a priority. It’s my life line, what keeps my sanity. I purchase composition books during school supply sales and pick them up for 50 cents. But to liven them up a bit, I’ll cut out pictures in magazines and cover them or paste in sayings or pictures throughout the notebook—and surprise myself when I approach that page.

Like the other day—“There are no traffic jams when you go the extra mile.” There’s a picture of the front of an old car along with the quote. I had been thinking about this during the holiday season with all the stuff to be done—but when I give 100 percent—with love—in whatever I’m doing, it all works out. No traffic jams. What’s hard is trying to remember that all the time. I get caught up in this or that and hit a road block. That can be good because it makes me stop and think—what’s really important here? There’s something so totally freeing to be able to drive over the road block knowing that I’ll arrive at my destination, and I can do it with my heart on my sleeve or a chip on my shoulder. The heart on my sleeve makes my ride much more enjoyable.


  1. What an uplifting message! I love it.

  2. Love it! I too, like to journal in school notebooks. Many times my sons did not use much of their grade school notebooks, and so I wrote on the clean pages, or sometimes on the pages they partially wrote on, and I had their beautiful child-scrawl to keep my words company. It might be narcissistic, but I love my journals. It is such an adventure to see where you have come from, and how far you've gone.

  3. Well said! I suppose it comes down to the attitude we employ, and doesn't that make all the difference? I love the "traffic jams" analogy. I'll think about that the next time I'm in a bumfuzzle over something.

  4. Very wise observation. How we choose to handle a situation most generally dictates how we'll come to feel about it.


  5. You're so right! We always have a choice -- to carry a chip on our shoulder or our heart on our sleeve. Well put -- I'll remember that.


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