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Last week, I wrote about things that we can pare from our lives, a diet for the soul that would bring positive changes in the New Year. Recognizing that there may be a lot of free time since we gave up gossiping, complaining, and talking until we are hoarse, let's adds some stuff back. Idle hands, devil's work, etc.
bq. In the spirit of the word "more", there will be a greater number of things to do this week, than there were in Part One.
I hope that this diet serves you well. Perhaps we can meet here next year and discuss the outcome of this, the year of living thoughtfully.
by Lorna Peden Waterman contributing writer for Fabulously40
It first makes me proud to be just a mimimal at best part of such an interesting group of women. Women from all walks of life, at the same stage in our lives and sharing so much of our souls. It makes me stand in awe of all of you. To be a product of such an equation makes my heart happy, makes my soul eager to know more about myself and to give more of myself.
I have journaled so much in the past 3 years that I could not belive it. I have not let a day go by that I have not written down what I have thought and how I have felt and to look back on how much I have grown makes me want to know more and more about this person whom I am happy to call self.
Thank you ladies for giving me the beauty of self love and helping me to help others along the way.
Peace, love and happiness to you all.....
Karen
Nothing in life is more powerful than helping someone. Whether it is buying a homeless person dinner, comforting a child, or bonding with a grandparent, and giving them the emotional support they may no longer receive.
When I was young, my mother requested that all the children in the household keep accurate journals of our lives, that would be simple, or even aggressive descriptions of our life. This included our struggles, happiness, and the things going on.
Several months ago, going back to the journals I wrote when I was as young as 12 years old, through high school, brought me to tears. Not just the memories, but the thought i put into my intense writings, knowing that i would one day look back at my childhood.
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