What if there was a place that you could safely crash and burn or explore a lost world without it actually creating consequential ripples in your real life?
There is. It’s called a journal.
Now, hang with me on this. You DON’T have to be a writer to journal! I’ve always identified myself as a writer to my very core, but there are days (sometimes weeks and even months) I don’t want to write beautifully-crafted, thought-provoking, perfectly-formatted prose.
There are many craggy mornings when, coffee in one hand and a grading “red” pen in the other, all I can do is jot down a word or phrase. Many, many of my days are spent creating lists: those strangely personalized columns of thoughts, to-dos, groceries, and lesson plans that appear on the ends of envelopes and Post-its. Some of my lists have bullets and are color-coded if I’m feeding my inner-artist…
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