Begining again, again
It all begins with an idea.
How many journals in my possession only have the first few pages filled out before a sea of blanks? How many sketch books with promising starts that pittered out before page 20? How many Men’s Health fitness plans that I swore I’d stick to? How many meditation and mindfulness practices? Duolingo streaks? All broken. How do I keep blowing the oop on my own well-intentioned alley?
I can’t answer that. But I can say that the last well-intentioned journal I started was on June 3, 2023. It was the 30th anniversary of my very first journal entry. Seemed like the perfect time to reclaim my love for writing and personal documentation. I was on a once-in-a-lifetime trip with my family to Portugal. It was my daughter’s 11th birthday. Inspiration was abundant. Two and a half years later, that journal has three entries in it.
As often happens, the disappointment of not following through on a goal I had set out for myself caused me to stop doing the thing altogether. This happens literally every January when I confidently tell myself “this is the year I start a morning yoga practice.”