I’ve been working with lots of people recently talking about reflective practice.

Some people are entirely on board with it; some acknowledge that they resist; some resist permanently and say it’s not for them now, nor ever will be.

And one lovely person in sharing how they had found the act of writing a daily journal transformational, revealed the power of not just writing their words down but of later reading them as a salient, often happy and positive reminder of what they’d done, where they’d been, what was still left to do:

 “I like to look back through my journal from time to time to read what I’ve written about.  Good or bad, I always find it enlightening.  And it’s so powerful, I surprise myself sometimes.  You know, I feel like I can just turn the page and it’s another day.”

Oh yes.  I do love that.