Journal shmournal.

Looks like I'm getting real resistant to HAVING to journal rather than running to it when I WANT to. 

When I schedule the journal to free myself. It's a reluctant list of gripes. And crap I gotta do. 

Seems when I don't schedule journal time and just have my handy dandy notebook friend nearby, it's more of an organic venting session. 

It's that way with a lotta stuff! 

Ya see...

I imagine myself meditating while floating above my coach with crystal rainbows, incense, and bowls chiming. 

In reality...

Best meditation I ever had was on a packed smelly F train. 

That's for real! 

Gotta stop scheduling the romantic journal time and just do it when it feels good. 

Today, shmournal much?!? That foooorced time to sit and be positively still. That is so positively unpositive. 

Hark! I say NO MORE! 

Journal is a time for freeeeee thought. And by definition, cannot be forced. 

We shmournal no more. 

Doodle with me towards journal freedom. 

Let's JOT this town! 

Xoxo