The Joy of Journaling

Around 10 years ago I discovered what might be my all time favorite book.  It’s called The Artist’s Way, by Julia Cameron.  The subtext is A Spiritual Path to Higher Creativity.  Prior to this book, I would never have considered myself an artist.  Artist’s were people who could paint, or sculpt, or play a musical instrument.  I was an accountant, and I couldn’t do any of those things.  

Morning Cup of Coffee

On a Myers Briggs test, I score as a P, not a J.  For an accountant, this is very unusual.  A P is someone who likes to keep their options open.  A J closes down options.  Neither is better than the other, they are just different personality traits.

I bring this up because the “what’s next” for me is to decide what I am going to do with the year of taking better care of myself.

Happy Birthday to me

Today I am 49 years old.  Usually birthday’s don’t bother me at all, but this one is affecting me.  I’m not entirely sure why, but I have some ideas.  Part of it may be that I am now the same age my mom was when she passed away.  She seemed so much older than I do, but maybe that’s just the perspective we have of our parents when we are young.

Another piece is that I know I am at the crossroads of another transition in my life.