First of all, let’s expand the concept of “journaling”, shall we? If the idea of keeping a journal sends you into a spiral of “Dear Diary” teenage melodrama, you aren’t alone! Instead, Monica has taught me to think of journaling as more of a creative practice - using whatever tools you’ve got in your toolbox. She’s convinced me that there is no right or wrong way to go about the practice of journaling!
In case you haven’t picked up on this already, I’m a fan of the open road. I LIVE for a good road trip… the wind in my hair, the hits of the 70’s & 80’s blasting and the greasy truck stop diners all hold a certain nostalgia for me. But more than that, the road stirs my soul and shakes up my sense of everyday in a way that is SO SATISFYING. There’s magic in the excitement of what’s to come and the inevitability of the unexpected popping up along the way. It always does. It’s almost a guarantee when you hop behind the wheel and answer the call for adventure.
Just a few years ago, I found myself in the uncomfortable role of a brand-spanking new empty nester. And boy, it wasn’t pretty... (but then again, when is it ever?) I was filled with self-doubt, and was quite frankly, flailing. Up until that moment when my two kids flew the coop, I’d been a stay-at-home mom for almost 18 years. I hadn’t been out in the “real world” for what seemed like a lifetime, and I had no idea what my next move should be. I was in desperate need of “more” but had no clue what that was going to look like and how to make it happen. The feeling was paralyzing.