The other day I was doing some rearranging of bookshelves and found myself exploring a cubby hole filled with some of my old journals. Instantly, the task at hand was derailed. I began exploring and reminiscing with the words jumping from the pages as if they were on little pogo sticks bouncing back into my consciousness. Some of the journals were years old. Words written ages ago yet the memories of what caused me to write them were fresh. That discovery was a little surprising because I maybe hadn’t thought about the event in a long time. Frustrations, hopes, and dreams were scattered across the pages. I could remember the…
Outsmarting your own brain is the key to surviving!