Friday Five: More Journaling Prompts

fountain-pen-447576_1280It’s time for some prompts to encourage your journaling. As always, the “rules” for journal writing are as follows: paper, fast pen and a timer.

“Paper” doesn’t have to be a pretty journal. You can use loose leaf, bound book, spiral bound or just a composition book, which are my favorite.

Fast pen means that the ink keeps up whenever you are writing. I’ve been using fountain pens. These can be hit or miss so make sure it is working before you begin.

Most phones have a timer and some can be accessed via your computer. The only purpose is so that you don’t have to watch the clock.

Remember, you can do anything for 15 minutes.


1. Start an Abundance list. Learn to see the blessings you receive each day by returning to the list often and adding to it.
2. Name 10 activities that make you feel good about yourself.
3. All endings are beginnings.
4. How are you feeling right now?
5. The funniest thing I ever saw was…?

I hope you have fun with these.

Happy Anniversary to Me

blackboard-620314_1280Just over a year ago, the first post on my blog went live. I cannot tell you how frightening it was to push the “publish” button. But I did and here I am one year later.

When I started this blog, I was in the middle of a class designed to take a person from idea to blog. I had lessons each week and assignments. The idea was to make plans for the blog and posts. I had this glorious idea to have a blog to promote healing through journaling. Life had other plans.

One of the assignments was to write some letters to yourself using a site called This site allows you to write letters and schedule them to be delivered to yourself at some future date. I wrote these letters and scheduled them. Apparently I added the wrong date because the first of these letters arrived today.

Reading this note from the past made me remember just how scared I was to have my words out there for everyone to see. I was so excited and so terrified all at the same time. That has eased over time although I still have anxiety on occasion.

It will be interesting to receive the other two letters I wrote.

As I look back over the past year and all that has happened, I am surprised where I am today.

My first blog post was entitled, ‘Dare to Dance Naked in the Light of your Own Truth‘ and that is what I felt at the time. Writing by nature is a sharing of a person’s internal life for the world to see. The moment I pressed publish I felt naked, exposed. I do have to say that one year later, I no longer feel that way.

Over the past several months, I have struggled with keeping up with the schedule I set for myself. I’ve had a lot of life happening and that seems to have created this struggle. My hope is that things will calm down and I can get my focus back.

Thank you for traveling this journey with me. And it has been a journey. I’ve learned so many lessons and have met many interesting people along the way. I can only believe things can only get better.

Reading as a Sport

DSC_0282I’ve been reading since before I could remember. My mother tells me that I could read books since I was three. I’m not even sure that it matters anymore. Reading books have been a source of pleasure for my entire life.

Although I love to read, my book consumption tends to rise and fall with my moods. When things are normal, I read at a normal pace. What that means is unless I hold myself back, I won’t put a book down until I’m finished. Well, except for bathroom breaks and snacks, food is important to keep up the energy to read. When I am in reading mode, this is about a book, maybe two a week.

During grad school, I kept books in the bathroom. I felt guilty for reading when I was supposed to be doing homework. But if I had a book in the bathroom, that was okay. Who cares if I spent an hour in there?

My choice of reading material has changed a bit over the years and I still collect all sorts of books. I will even read books over and over. I’m a fast reader so sometimes I have to read them again to make sure I’ve read the whole thing. In speed reading, one tends to skim rather than read for detail.

There is so much pleasure in books.

When life is a struggle, I tend not to read as much. I just can’t sit still and get lost in the story.

Last year, I decided to keep a journal of the books I read and there were months that I didn’t finish a book. It wasn’t a good year for reading.

This year, 2016, began in a difficult way. I’ve struggled to write, work and to live my life the way that I want to. Reading, the thing that gave me so much pleasure in my life, was something I couldn’t do. I wasn’t able to sit still long enough to finish a book or anything.

In my book reading journal, January is blank.

Moving on to February, things have changed. Have I mentioned how much I love to read? Well, It is only the second week of February and I have read seven books, documented in my book journal.

I’ve taken reading to another level.

Reading has taken over my writing time. While reading isn’t a bad thing, not writing can be.

Stephen King said in his book, ‘On Writing’, “Read a lot, write a lot.”

I seem to be bouncing back and forth between the two. Well, maybe not bouncing. More like feast or famine. Either I am reading a lot or not hardly at all.

There has to be a balance.

I would like to be able to pick up a book and read a chapter or two before bed as a way to relax. I would like to savor the story and spend time thinking about what I am consuming. Yeah, nope. That doesn’t happen.

Once I am hooked, I’m not moving until I find out what happens. It is a sprint to the finish line.

Where is the happy medium?

I haven’t written on any of my current projects although I wrote a bit of flash fiction last week that looks promising. There is little else I am working on. I am sticking to my goal, however, of writing 500 words each day. Most of the time, this writing consists either of a journal page of ramblings or a blog post, sometimes both.

DSC_0275Reading is a hobby, and as a hobby, I cannot allow it to overtake my life. I do have other things to do.

But for now, I will read whatever and whenever I can. At least, until I run out of books.

Maybe not even then.