I love writing in journals. My collection of writings about the chapters of my life take up several bookcases.
Sometimes, I just like to browse through old journals and reflect.
Remembering the goals that I have achieved, obstacles that have been overcome, and just looking into the windows of the days from Once upon a time.
Today I went to the market and bought a small bouquet of flowers. Despite the glorious weather we were having, I elected to stay at home and putter around.
I settled into a comfortable chair in my art room and started looking through some of my old journals. It's amazing how reading an old journal helps me to make sense of things that I am experiencing today.
I found this one, and in it I found pages filled with ideas of things to do. Much to my surprise I have now done most of those things and traveled to most of the places I was dreaming of then.
It made me so happy that I write and record special moments, and list my goals and creative ideas. Rereading old journals helps me to connect the dots, and gives me insight into what is really important in life.
Each journal is like a flower in the bouquet of my life. It helps me to make sense of the past and it comforts me in the now.
I guess you could say that writing about your life, your dreams and your goals helps you to make sense of it all.
Sometimes we forget what we have achieved in this old world.
I just love Steve Tyrell, and I love his version of Alfie.