When I think about things that bring me joy… besides the obvious things like my family and sleep … there are really three things that stand out. Reading, writing, and scrapbooking.
My pictures are in quite a state right now. I’m so thankful for iPhoto and that everything since I went digital is organized by date and in one place. I haven’t had my hands in a scrapbook in years and it makes me a little sad. The fellowship of scrap retreats and the feeling of accomplishment with a completed album are things I really miss. Life is speeding by and I just don’t have the time for it any more.
Recently I have taken up reading again. My nook wish list was getting rather long and I just made a decision to pick up book after book. It’s the end of February and I’ve read MUCH more than I did last year. It really is relaxing. It’s great for my kids to see me reading. And with the hustle and bustle of life, it’s nice to be still. And quiet.
Then there is writing. I really enjoy writing. My life, though very busy, is rather boring, so it’s slim-pickings when it comes to material to write about. Writing is fulfilling. I love it when I get feedback on something I’ve written, when someone agrees with me, or has a suggestion on a problem I might have. Going back and reading what I’ve written in years past is interesting, too. There are things mentioned… feelings felt… memories shared… many of them forgotten in the busyness of life. I don’t want to forget. Perhaps that is why the scrapbooks are important to me, too.
This morning, I stumbled on this.
I think I’m going to give it a shot. Writing every day. Something. It doesn’t have to be much. They will even have prompts for those days I think I have nothing to say. Anyone else want to join me?