Stefanie has always encouraged my writing practice by supplying me with numerous notebooks and pens over the years. This one was supposed to be for documenting trips and travels we had always imagined taking one together , but, since traveling is far from my mind these days, it has served as the perfect gratitude journal.
I am an on-again, off-again journal writer, but somehow this simple practice has stuckβwell, except for last night when my partner and I rolled into bed after watching too many episodes of Tiger King.
So, I will get back to this ritual tonight. Getting back to things after periods of abandonment can sometimes feel like a sheer act of will.
Falling into sub-optimal re: embarrassing behaviors so quickly when normal routines are lacking. Regressing to primal instincts hoarding supplies, food when feeling threatened and fearful.
In Buddhism, uncertainty is a tenet of our very existenceβthe product of impermanence and change, ironically the only constants throughout our lives. But uncertainty is scary, and this global pandemic has brought that uncertainty to the body and has changed life all around the world.
