journaling

I've started keeping a sentence a day journal. At book club this month we read The Happiness Project by Gretchen Rubin and although I'm not usually on board with the whole self-help genre, this book is worth your time. I have a copy if you'd like to borrow it. At the end of book club we all had to name something we were going to try from the book, and several people (not me) said they were going to start a sentence a day journal. But I decided later to jump on the bandwagon and I've been doing it for I think five whole days. So that's pretty good for me. It's also got me rereading Writing Her Own Life, by Mary Clearman Blew, who took her aunt's fifty years' worth of sentence a day journaling and wrote a compelling book about something that would seem very boring.

So far I've noticed a trend in my few daily sentences: I need to get a better pen to keep with my notebook. Also, I stay up too late on a regular basis. Maybe I wouldn't be so tired if I didn't stay up late? Revolutionary. I blame Nathan for that one. The kid won't nap, and if I make him lie down he wants to me lie down and talk, or read stories, or play, or something. So after bedtime is the only time I get to myself, and it's so nice. I hate to waste it by sleeping. But I think we've established it's not working so well.

Speaking of which, it's 9:45 and I'm kind of wiped out.