This is from my journal from 2001. So many changes were going on. My mother had been recently diagnosed with a brain tumor. I dated a guy who didn’t value or see me (and I allowed it) and most importantly, I started to change and embrace a healthier attitude. I decided to face my demons and dysfunction. It was a tough year of many transitions, but it led me to love. I met my husband that year (after I had done the work to get better and be kinder to myself). Funny how that happens.
Journals are neat because you can look back on them and see your growth. I am so grateful for that rough year in 2001. It gave me the courage to face my issues, which led me to love.
I find it interesting where people pick their page to sign since the other thing I tell people are the three rules:
1. There’s a Front Door — Rated PG13
2. There’s a Back Door — Not Rated (I flip the journal around and show them)
3. There’s no rules!
I usually add in that the Back Door is for private uncensored thoughts, but it’s open ended. People often ask where they should sign but I refer to rule #3 (which is an oxymoron).
People peruse the journal and find their spot. Some nestle in with a crowded page, others take a blank page and make it their own. I love how journal signers become roommates on a page too — like Jillian and Hieu. Jillian works in the Arts and Hieu works in Science. Hgygen is a PhD working in a focused specialty in Science. She had a horrible experience as a female scientist in academia. She is so passionate about Science and helping young women in Science. She also is writing a memoir of a sibling’s tragic death. She also gave me an awesome fine tip pen because I commented on how lovely her handwriting was. I still have the pen (even though I lose pens all the time).
Everyone has a story. The Original Journal wants to know them all.
A day in the #sky/ leaping towards us/ A gust of #wind/ and the #dog becomes/ Another form to alert our/ #imagination/ A sky full of #dreams/ Big enough to cover the #World/ Everybody can have a go/ if they could only look up/ instead of down — Pat 10-7-97 from Sketch Journal circa 1997