Wide awake at four in the morning, Iâ€™m snorting, coughing and sneezing and canâ€™t breathe through my nose. It is not a pretty picture. Since sleep eludes me, I started surfing the web.
65% of Canadians went shopping on Boxing day they say. (Who ever they are), I was a bit curious to see what folks were shopping for â€” so I googled it and all kinds of shit come up.
Amazon is tops, the Walmart of the web. What canâ€™t you get there? But, for some strange reason their top shopping pick for me is a fancy dancy electric kettle. Boring! I click over to â€œthe best of 2012â€ pages. Iâ€™m curious about the best reads of 2012. I write down all 10 selections from Salon.com, and set the goal to ready each of them, but truth be told, these reads seem a little too high flatulent for me. I see the real â€˜best ofâ€™ contest was in who could write the best review.
Then I see an ad for journals. I love journals. Clickâ€¦ Journals galore. I see a Five Year Journal. One that asks a question on the top of each page, you write your answer and next year repeat and again for the next five years. This intrigues me. If I was asked the same question today as I was last year on this day â€” would my answer be the same? What about from 5 years ago? What about in 5 years? Hmmmmm.
I click away and find what they call a Dream Journal – what catches my attention about this one is that is has 224 pages! The description says to record your dreams for the year. 224 pages? Excuse me, but I sleep 365 nights a year and would want at least one page per dream. Okay, maybe they made a study and we only remember 224 dreams each year. I find it still a weird number of pages for a journal, until I see the one with 400 pages. I guess someday are just worth a couple of extra pages, maybe birthdays or Christmas. Iâ€™m assuming one journal is good for one year. I think this way because of the journals Iâ€™ve used for the last several years. Molskine journals are my total favourite.
This set is perfect for the compulsive with a short attention span. In other words this journal was made for me!
Iâ€™ve been writing a page a day, book a month, for five years now. I’m a little excited to start a new one next week, thanks to the Mayans being all wrong and all.
January 2013! Time to start thinking of a motto and perhaps today while Iâ€™m stuck in bed with this horrible sick, I might spend the day reading over the last few years of my entries in past journals. I’m curious to see if orÂ how I answer the questions of the day.