“I am not very good with grammar!” Never mind grammar, punctuation or spelling when you journal. This book is just for you. The point of a journal is to record thoughts, ideas and emotions – and they come without punctuation. Think about it this way: does your brain require correct spelling or punctuation the process and idea? Continue reading “Journaling Worry #1”
It’s easy! All you need is a pencil and some minutes every day. Start writing down your thoughts and aha-moments. Create the best book you ever read! How? It really is easy and I am going to share some of my insights and inspirations with you in this blog to make your journaling journey a success! Continue reading “Keep a journal!”
Our son loves to write words. He can’t yet read, but he knows all the letters of the alphabet and enjoys spelling words with my help. I bought him a little black book with blank pages and a pencil. Every day after breakfast we sit down together and think about things we are going to do today, like going to kindergarten or buying milk or calling granny on the phone.
Then he writes down words like “granny” and “kindergarten” with a little help from the two-legged dictionary called mom. We do the same thing in the evening, after dinner. Yesterday I discovered a little spider that had build a net in a corner of my studio (it is that kind of studio) and we named it Tekla. After dinner we wrote the name in the diary also.
It is a very simple technique but it gives meaning to a day which builds confidence and perspective. My son loves it and I am glad that he is taking his first steps in the great field we call “reflection” and planning a day. All it takes is a pencil, a notepad and ten minutes.
When I was a kid, my handwriting was horrible. And I mean really really horrible. Unlike the girls in our class, us boys took pride (well almost) in scratchy letters and general bad performance when it came to calligraphy. It just felt right but it was wrong.
I always thought Kinder surprise was an egg from hell until I found out how to use them to beat the system.
My son’s uncle, who is also my brother, bought a Kinder surprise to appease my rowdy 3-year old son in the supermarket. It worked until they got home. Then the other kids saw the infernal egg.