It’s been a few weeks of working with the SELF Journal, and there have been some surprising results, so I thought I’d do a quick updated review.
I am one of the happy backers of the “Self Journal” — a tool that seemed to want to be the Everlasting Gobstopper of journals. At first their mission — “to create something that lends itself to making success inevitable — through planning, execution and measurement”…
Remember the Five-Minute Journal? I love the thing; I extolled its virtues, I recommended you buy the fancy one if you like that kind of thing, I even formatted one for my daughter to try and help her get more centered as she prepares for her boards.
My Middle Daughter (who is celebrating her quarter-century mark today) has been working on establishing a “5-Minute Journal” habit for herself. Like any good Personal-Development-Blogger-Dad I saw this as both an opportunity to bloviate to her and come up with a useful practice post.
There’s a conflict that rages every morning the moment I first drift into waking consciousness.
It first manifests by my social media (aka the Gravy Hose) craving, when I wonder What have I missed in the last seven hours?
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Every once in a while you get faced with an issue that seems completely unsolvable, until something changes to make it eminently solvable.
There’s a very scary shelf among my books. It contains words that make me cringe, shudder, draw back in horror — and that’s not from reading them, it’s from the mere idea of reading them.