The Journal Book

Life is so amazing. I am sitting on my favorite beach, near my house, watching the beautiful sunset with my husband, Angel. We are drinking wine, relaxing, and breathing the salt sea air. As I close my eyes, I begin reflecting on how I got here. What was the catalyst that drove me to sell my home I’d had for 20 years, leave my secure job, move to the beach, and start my company?... I realized that my journaling practice drove my decisions. My great transformations in my life stemmed from my journaling. I knew I needed to share this powerful process, and decided to write this book about journaling. I hope this book can help make your dreams come true too. Have you ever written a letter but never mailed (or emailed) it to the recipient? Have you started a journal at one time but never continued writing? Are you not a great writer? Would you like to be healthier, wealthier, or maybe less stressed? Well, if you can relate to any of these things or are interested in journaling, this book is for you. Remember that time in your life when you were so very happy? Was it that special vacation with loved ones at the lake in the mountains? Your children learning how to fish and canoeing for the first time? Was it your wedding day? Remember that feeling of joy and love and having your friends and family supporting you? Did you experience the major life achievement of finally reaching your goal? Did you get that promotion, have that wonderful family, or start that business? Don’t you wish that you could go back and remember those precious moments in time? If you had a journal and had written about those experiences, you could recreate the most wonderful times in your life. You could relive those special times when you were your happiest, and this could bring you more happiness. Journaling can make you happier and do so much for your life. How do I know? Here is the beginning of my journaling story…. When I was 12 years old my parents left me and my two younger sisters in the back of our old powder-blue station wagon as they went shopping for two hours (yes, they could do that back then). We had to entertain ourselves without fighting, which usually meant do not even look at your sisters! I was the oldest, extroverted, and “in charge.” Bossy by nature, I thought I would talk to my sisters, but my middle sister was always very quiet and loved to color. She had three coloring books with her as well as a brand new box of 64 crayons. My youngest sister loved to sleep; she was already snoring quietly. I only had to entertain myself and not get bored and start bothering my sisters with my nonstop talking. I had purchased a small book with a horse on the cover, assuming it was a book about horses. I had read Misty of Chincoteague and all of The Black Stallion books. I was ready for a wonderful horse story to keep me occupied and out of trouble. When I opened the book there were no words; the book was blank. It had lines but no words; no story. Imagine my surprise.