A little while ago I opened up my journal to reminisce about the past couple years… instead of finding words of love, memories of happiness, moments captured in time through my words, what I found was this:
Nag, nag, nag
Complain, complain, complain
Bitch, bitch, bitch
Moan, moan, moan
Shock. Had I really only written whenever I was upset somehow? It’s true, I used and abused my journal to relieve my feelings of anger, sadness and outright madness. This was like a slap to my face. I felt like I had erased all the good memories of the past couple years – family and friends, births, marriages, camping trips, traveling… Here I was, recording my extreme thoughts and memories, and none of them were good. Then and there, I decided that needed to change. Much like photography where you wouldn’t keep a bad photograph, I don’t want to record each and every time I am pissed off at someone/something. While it is hard at times to resist writing when I’m feeling angry or sad, it is a joy to be able to read old entries that take me back to the good times, moments and feelings I have experienced.
Truly, gratitude unlocks the fullness of life. Let us never forget to be grateful for what we have.