I had to laugh.
This morning I journaled for about a page and got my brain sorted out enough to handle a couple of freelancing issues clearly and fairly. When I finally got caught up enough to come back to the page (I try to write three pages a day), the first thing I noted was that journaling had given me the strength and focus to handle my problems…then realized that wasn’t true.
That strength was within me all along.
I felt like a really cheesy fantasy movie for a moment. Almost after-school special level. Journaling really is my lucky charm some days.
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