Goals – Day 75 #The100DayProject

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goals, projects, running, writing

75 days ago, I set a goal. Write a journal entry every day for 100 days, for at least 7 minutes each day. Any notebook would do, but the work must be handwritten.

Stick a Finger in My Eye

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free-writing, journaling, writing

I decided to participate in the Five Minute Friday prompt from last week: TOUCH.

Touching my finger to my eyeball isn’t something I would have ever dreamed I was capable of. Yet 25(ish) years ago, I was faced with a choice. I start my high school career with as a nerd in glasses. Or I could get over my fear, stick my finger in my eye, and join the ranks of contact lens wearers everywhere.

How I Journal: 4 Ways of Tracking My Adventures

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10 things to tell you, bullet journal, free-writing, gratitude, journaling, reflection, writing

The older I get, the more I find myself craving conversation. Beyond water-cooler chatter or pleasantries exchanged in passing, I want to discuss in-depth ideas with family and friends.

Measuring Up

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enneagram, free-writing, perfectionism

Perfectionist.

Enneagram Type 1.

I set high standards both for myself an those around me. Often these expectations are, at best lofty and at worst unattainable. I’m forced to step back and question the idea that something isn’t “good enough.”

Helping Others Feel Loved

My extracurriculars finally catching up to me, I slumped on the couch. “What’s this?” she asked, noting my energy level lower than normal.

Goals and Finally Being DONE {FMF}

Jay recently started a new strategy to work toward a healthy life, and I’m trying to draw inspiration from his progress. He gets embarrassed when I share, but I’m so proud of him – how he dropped a bad habit and replaced it with a healthy one all in the course of a week – I struggle to stay silent.

Rewarded for Boldness – If {FMF}

As a kid, I loved Choose Your Own Adventure Books. Each volume followed a similar format. At the end of each chapter, the author presented the reader with the choice of different paths. Sometimes the choice could lead to certain death, other selections lead to the happy ending.

Ocean {FMF}

As a kid, I never realized my parents took us on vacations to Myrtle Beach to travel on the cheap. They packed the cooler with sandwich meat, clean the garden out of fresh vegetables, and then we hit the road. Somewhere between here and there, my dad pulled the car over and we ate lunch at a picnic table. My mom peeled cucumber after cucumber for my sister and me, an addiction I’ve yet to break.

{Restore} Peace and Quiet – FMF

Seeking to restore my sanity and refocus my thoughts towards writing, I attempt to find a quiet place to write at my local library.

Return to Me – A FMF Post

Music has played a larger role in my life over the past few months than normal. Like most, I have my favorites, but I’m not the kind to have it playing in the background. I have strong opinions on the songs, and always listen to the lyrics. If the words are less than, I tend to disregard a good beat.