I am trying this new thing where I'm living life in increments. It helps me feel less out of control with my time and tasks. I set my phone's timer to 30 minutes (or 10 or 45, whatever is necessary) and have to use that time exclusively for the task at hand. This lets me focus on only one thing at a time - decluttering the living room, for example, or filing important papers, or wading through my email inbox - but also gives me a mental relief in the form of, "I'll be done in ___ minutes!" This is all part of my 2010 challenge to live a life more intentional.
Keeping a journal is important to me. But it also falls by the wayside. Between the blog and regular email, I feel like I spend a good chunk of the day writing a record of our life, so the journal is usually the thing that gives.
I have things I want to remember that aren't for any other eyes but my own. Things my heart says, memories I only want to keep for myself. Worries that are a little relieved once down on paper, secret wishes that I don't dare share.
When I opened my journal Sunday night, my last entry was from February 14th. Two weeks in the life of an infant, in this crazy season for our family, is too long.
My challenge in March is to write a little something every single day. It doesn't have to be long. I don't want to get bogged down in the chore of "catching up" with the journal. Sometimes that's the reason I put off opening it at all. My goal is to capture a little something about the day, every day. For thirty-one days.
It is my journal March.