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[daisyfabelo]

How to create a gratitude list, My Scripting How to course, Goal setting ideas.

How to create a gratitude list, My Scripting How to course, Goal setting ideas.

My Daily Gratitude list…

I am grateful for being able to support myself and my family do what I love.

I am grateful for everything I am reading, learning, and expanding my wisdom from.

I am grateful for feeling so great, and healthy.

I am grateful for all the individuals that I help, guide, and inspire to start living their own successful lifestyles.

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[happynextweekeve]

Wednesday May 22, 2013

“I feel useless and alone. And I want someone to talk to in person for hours late into the night. But I don't have that. And I don't know how to get it. I've been staying up later and later, even after pretending to finish my homework. It's awful. And my diet recently has sucked. I'd like to say it’s been Gatorade, sour patch kids, and chocolate. I don't know why I'm doing this to myself, it's not healthy, I don't think. Overall school sucked today. In bio they pulled out the human brains and I managed to get light headed and feel like I might pass out, just from looking at it. It sucks that I'm wired like that. And I'm quite positive I sprained my ankle playing tennis today. Why does life have to not make so much sense, I'm going back to watching perks.”

It’s amazing to me how much my life has changed in three years, some things are the same, some things are different. It’s so weird to me to think that without journaling this snapshot of my life, I wouldn’t remember it, which scares me to think what I might no longer remember.

[perksofbeingatallflower]

I wonder how detrimental the Internet is to creativity. I started blogging, I remember, in an effort to curate beautiful things. Images I loved, stories that fed me, ideas I wished to recreate. But it turned into a passive activity; blogging surpassed any physical creative activity. As part of a New Years resolution, I started journaling again. I wanted to simply write a page a day. On New Years I wrote ten, yesterday I wrote fifteen. The simple act of putting pen to paper was enough to stimulate word flow. I found my old journals from eighth-grade to junior year, and I remember the catharsis that accompanied each post. I liked the dichotomies between my perception of the world then, and the world itself. My handwriting used to be so poor, as well: an illegible amalgam of my mother and father's penmanship. Everything was different back then, so much so that it's like reading a novel. I can barely identify with the little narrator of the composition books. This year, I want to push past the boundaries on creativity. I want to return to my initial goal; one of combined physical and virtual work. Here's to logging on without logging off.