I’ve taken up the practice of writing a twice a day 1 sentence journal. I learned this from the lovely Zen Habits Blog which I would highly recommend to others. It’s a great way to start the practice of reflection. Reflecting on all these sentences I realized a couple of things.
- Life seeks to teach us lessons by repetition and reflection helps us remember what we are trying to learn or unlearn as the case may be.
Try writing a one sentence journal this week. Do it at the same time everyday. Don’t worry if what you write isn’t profound. It’s not about being poetic but just being really honest with where your at. Confession even to yourself is a very powerful act.
Thanks for reading and be well.
Here are first 33 journals:
The work of purifying the heart isn’t all fuzzy warm hugs, sometimes it’s acknowledging and drawing out the barbs from your own heart.
The next time a cute girl sits down next to me on the bus, I’m going to say hello.
When I see pictures of us I realize I wish I had appreciated more how much you loved me and I wonder if anyone will ever love me like that again.
A true friend tells you the truth in a way that even when it hurts nourishes you.
Filling out a job history is like taking a trip down memory lane, with my brain going you really did alot of cool random things dude.
The night before the big race, tension, fear, excitement, and the intention to share the merit of my effort to serve wisdom and compassion.
I didn’t cry when I finished my triathlon, but when my sister said I was her hero for doing it … tears.
There’s a kind of sweet tired feeling that overtakes the body; this satisfaction of being thoroughly used by life.
A day after my first tri a question arises, “What shall I do next another Olympic or a sprint?”
Cool soft milk poured into a bowl of sugar filled crunchy cereal, makes me feel just like a kid again.
To engage another in the exchange of honest reflection, helps me to grow and is always worth the risks.
Being in a choir again reminds me of the simple joy of first learning to sing.
Sometimes the best plan is to have no agenda, but to be present and available for whatever might arise.
It’s good to remember that looking for work puts people in a very vulnerable and tender place, where defensiveness and justification are their armor.
Everytime I question whether I should exercise or meditate, I should remember that both give me a calm and space that soothes my heart.
It’s satisfying to see myself making progress on letting things go to move onto what is next and it’s effect on my punctuality.
There are few things as satisfying as being to be there for my friends, especially the ones that are always there for me.
There is something about some fundraising campaigns that really makes me question the integrity of their techniques.
Two days two job offers apparently I’m very professionally appealing. Who knew?
I now have my own website, YAY!
Bringing my teacher coffee is the simplest way I can express a gratitude and appreciation for the intimacy of his teaching.
Good conversation is its own reward.
It’s very satisfying to be excited about promoting something I care about that I also want to do for a living.
I enjoy helping friends push their boundaries, but I am dedicated to focusing on empathy before information.
First day at the new job, excitement, boredom, stress, satisfaction, it feels good to be working.
Working often makes a long day.
It’s hard to go to go to sleep when you feel lonely.
Working outside even when tiring is very pleasant.
To listen deeply even if you don’t agree is so powerful and nearly always opens my heart.
Sometimes it’s very hard to know who exactly is your friend.
Lateness cascades into lateness cascades into a pressure in my head, therefor timeliness very often leads to more peace.
I love riding my bike through the city at night, because there is something so alive about it.
The new little camaraderies that develop at any job are a sweet ripe fruit that delight the mind and heart.
It’s good to feel engaged and involved in an area I feel confident and competent and know I can be relied upon.
I notice I often have a tendency to ask others more questions than I answer and perhaps this is because I’m reluctant to reveal how vulnerable I can really be.