I have inconsistently journaled for years now. It’s been long enough to be able to see patterns as I read back through. I’ll be honest, it is both encouraging and humbling as I see the two-steps-forward, one-step-back way life progresses.
At least for the last few years, there have been no huge leaps forward or major jumps backwards. I think we often want to make progress more quickly than we are, but the real unfolding of life is a slow burn.
I read a passage from two years ago and recognized many of the same hangups I’m dealing with today. One year ago—same thing. The same stories keep showing up: negative emotional states, unattained goals, uncertainties, insecurities, etc.
At the same time, tucked between those entries that make me bang my head against a wall, I see the beautiful happenings of a life that’s making an effort and small strides in the right direction.
Pages and pages of gratitude fill this journal, and they far outweigh the laments, complaints, petitions, and anecdotes of my discontentments. The blessings far overshadow the burdens.
Like I said...encouraging and humbling.
Immediately, two thoughts come to mind.
We have a tendency to overgeneralize the good and the bad. This is a tough season—all of life sucks. This is a great season—I take my foot off the pedal from the things that got me to this happy, healthy place.
Perspective. That’s the point. And if you find yourself short of it often, I’d encouraged you to join me in this practice. I’ve certainly benefited.
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