Since I’m moving here to my new writing home, I’m bringing along my Gratitude Diary, which I started last month at the suggestion of my therapist.
I’ve been highly stressed and feeling spent the last couple of days, and I find it difficult to think of anything I’m grateful for. But I guess that’s the challenge of this project – to strive to look for even the littlest things that spark joy.
I spent the whole of last night and today setting up this blog, and I’m pretty happy with how it’s coming along. The hours spent writing, editing images, choosing fonts and colors have been a helpful distraction.
I almost forgot how therapeutic writing is. I have spent the last eight years writing to help pay the bills. At some point, it became more of a chore than a passion.
But now I’m writing for myself – to make sense of this world and this life and, hopefully, to heal. And for that, I’m grateful.