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Deep Sigh

Over the last four months as I took a welcomed break from blogging on Brown Ink, whenever my thoughts would turn toward what “THE” first blog post would cover, I often became anxious. I felt…ooohhh, the topic needs to be mind-blowing or something that encapsulates my passion about writing. Something fresh, a new take on the importance of writing perhaps. And yet what I truly realized wasn’t a complete surprise at all but something I have written about through the past five years of  blogging; it simply comes down to the value of journaling. And why, more then ever, I feel so strongly about the need to keep a journal.

As Spring turned into Summer, there were more highs and lows in my life than I had planned. With unexpected sadness in my family as well as feeling a bit lost after closing the Brown Ink Paper Goods store, (though the decision was one I have never regretted), I found myself sinking a bit, looking for direction and clarity. Thankfully, I not only continued to journal in my daily diary but I also began writing in my long format journal as well.

As I’ve mentioned in past posts, The 5 Year Dairy provides support to my life in a variety of ways. Not only does the diary become my personal time capsule, holding little bits of each day which fly by at lighting speed (ahhhh!!), but lately I’ve been looking back to see what life was like just a few years ago. I’m often reminded of why I make changes in my life and see growth in myself and my children which is so difficult to notice on a daily basis.

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(My current favorite journal, the Tailored Journal from Sugar Paper)

And for the first time in awhile, my long format journal has become my own little therapist. It’s through the act of writing where I can throw it all out there, share whatever I need to, messy or not, embracing my sadness, joy and everything in between. Often feeling a bit of weight lifted as I sign off, like the deep sigh after a good cry. Within each entry, I gain a little understanding to what makes me the friend, daughter, sister, wife and mother I am and strive to be.

It’s never too late to start writing or begin again. I swear you won’t regret it!

    fresh spirit

    According to Andy Williams, “It’s the Most Wonderful Time of the Year”, is the winter holiday season. I tend to disagree. MY most wonderful time of the year is right now…Spring. I can’t help but love the beginning of Autumn but as far as daily routines go, this is it.

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    We here in Minnesota have experienced the longest winter in many, many years so the sheer joy of digging in the wet, black soil in the garden, dirt lodging deep into my nail bits, is a simple joy.  Seeing our four-year-old experience a new freedom while riding on two wheels, the constant running races in the backyard, or throwing a baseball to their father are moments we don’t take for granted. Riding on the trolley is delightful and curling up under blankets on the screen porch with puzzles and Spiderman books surrounded by family is my present heaven. Grade school teachers are forced to tame their students who have turned into bumble bees, unable to control their jittery knees while gazing out the windows.  BBQ’d meals, watching buds open, dirty knees, spring cleaning, dirty knees, impromptu wine sipping with neighbors, sunrise morning runs, falling asleep to a spring rain storm…I could go on. There is fresh spirit in the air.

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    It’s also the busiest time of year, this year even more so. School picnics and graduations, sports, band performances, Field Day, Field Trips and the like. For me, I enjoyed a Madison college reunion and a trip to NYC for the Stationery Show (more on this in a few days), not to mention rebranding Brown Ink, so my free time has been little to none. Which is why the reality of me keeping up with my The Artist’s Way journal became far from realistic the past few months. As some of you may remember, in February I wrote about my intention to journal every morning (also known as “morning pages”) guided by this thought-provoking book. I made it until the end of March before I surrendered. Between an early rising family and insomnia, any extra minute to snooze was needed and used.

    There is no guilt towards placing The Artist’s Way on hold for another year or so. One reason is that I’ve been adamant about keeping up with my 5 Year Diary. With only six short lines available, I scribble out a few details of my day each night. There is a slim jim chance I will remember all the goings-on in my 39 year-old life years from now. And I want to remember. Writing in this journal makes it possible.

    It’s a wonderful way to find a little peace at the end of each day. And as these days all blend together I’ll be able to look back at the beauty of the messiness and remember what I didn’t take for granted.

    I’ll leave off with a quote my mother-in-law, Sally, sent to me the other day by Ralph Waldo Emerson (his birthday was May 25th). He wrote: “Finish every day and be done with it. You have done what you could: some blunders and absurdities no doubt crept in: forget them as soon as you can. Tomorrow is a new day; you shall begin it serenely and with too high a spirit to be encumbered with your old nonsense.”