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I talked about getting a gratitude journal this year–remember? I don’t think I mentioned the other part–the appointment book I got  to use was decorated with artwork from Thomas Kinkade.

That’s one of those things I’m kind of embarassed about. Sort of like watching “Dog the Bounty Hunter.” But God help me, I like Thomas Kinkade. Even if the artwork is cheesey and overly-floral and whispy-silly-lacking-edge or whatever.

That’s not the point. The point is, I like it. I just like the feel. Sort of dreamlike and pure, you know? Simplified. Like you might see a place in your mind’s eye, when you imagine it. Soft, soothing and pretty.

So I dunno. It’s just one of those things. Reminds me of when Stinker will occassionally ask about something, “Mom, is it wrong to like that?” She asks with pseudo-seriousness.

Few things are more fun than replying, “Yes. Yes, it’s definitely wrong. You’re going to Hell now.” [So I dunno. Maybe I'll see other Kinkade fans in Hell, huh? But hey. They'll all live in lovely houses with beautifully blooming trees adorning them. So at least it will be pretty.]

Regardless, I’m really enjoying the journaling. Since we’re looking at room for only a few lines a day, it doesn’t take five minutes to write out 3 things I appreciate at the moment. Sometimes I pop a few ideas out then and there, and sometimes, I prefer to roll ‘em around in my head. I often like to reflect a bit, and write a bit about my goals, and things I want to do in the “notes” sections and such. So I do it however I like to do it. But no matter how I’m doing it, whenever I’m doing it, it means I’m taking at least 5 minutes or so out of my day with the express purpose of feeling good about myself and my life. You just can’t beat that shit, you know?

I’m thinking I might like to keep other journals, for a daily tarot card, or a thought or quote or whatever. I dunno. Maybe I will keep my eye out for inspiration.

And I simply can’t help but think repeatedly, routinely and joyfully spending some time every day focusing on what’s right with my life can do nothing but make it better. It could only work out that way.

I like that.