As I get older, I find myself thinking more and talking less. I've been thinking about that a lot lately (see?), about how I've become the world's most boring lunch date and party guest.
It's a tough one. Deep down I know the reasons; many of them are neurotic, but some stem from the recognition that I still have a great deal to learn about life; that I want to be more sensitive about how I communicate my opinions; and that so many controversial, fun-to-debate issues can't be distilled into a simple right or wrong and most of the time I prefer to go at them on a case-by-case basis rather than choosing a side.
Writing, for me, is a wonderfully cathartic way to sort out all of those thoughts, especially when I'm not quite ready to talk about them just yet.
That's what I was thinking about when I started working on today's journal page, which gives you the space to write about a few of the things you might not be ready to discuss . . .
There's also a place to record your goodness and your strangeness . . .
The whole page looks like this:
It's available in all its usual forms here (the border-free version) and here (the colour-it-yourself version) and here (the already-coloured version.)
Happy Friday friends!



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