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.