Journal Writing
Habit, History & Lore
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CLOSING OUT 2025: Appreciating A Year Lived
A year-end workshop to pause at the threshold—before the year closes and a new one begins. Together we'll review artifacts—our photos, which tell stories of hundreds of days lived, breadcrumb trails through the seasons. This is a practice of bearing witness to your own life, bringing appreciation and meaning to all that was, and creating a record you can return to again and again. You’ll leave with a hand-drawn map of your year, organized by the seasons..
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March 20, 2001 - San Francisco, CA
I’m afraid. Sincerely scared. Cried and cried. My eyes are swollen. Seb gave me criticism today that made me defensive. It was good advice. However writing is hard. It feels tiring. It feels truly, truthfully: impossible. I cried tonight—on the sidewalk I let it out—because I desperately, certainly, want to be very, very good at something…if not the best. What am I good at? What are my talents? I have only average brains.
—Anonymous
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January 6, 1943 - Moorhead, MN
Went out with Dave, Phil & Mike—Yankee Doodle Dandy at Fargo. Ate at Grill. Cold. Dave does’t like me anymore and I cried. He was here from 12 to 1. I don’t see why I’m always hurt.
—Anonymous
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December 11, 1991 - Oakland, CA
As soon as this next week
is over I’ll be able to
breathe and feel more
secure about actually
living my life
I need to start
doing what’s going
to make me happy!!
—Anonymous
