More rediscovered thoughts

Recently I shared random thoughts from my journals written in the 1990s. As I continue to read my journals, then and more recently, some entries strike me as worth keeping. Why? I don't know. Just that for me, they have relevance and importance. I want them to remain within reach.

Where is this new sense of contentment coming from?

Dreamed of my mother. Dreamed of high white winter boots with high chunky heels

Yesterday, fears of a gradual decline, inevitable demise. What I fear most is a premature demise, mostly suffocation. (At the time I had this thought I had been diagnosed with a life-threatening illness. I recovered, as you can see.)

My poor body—all this synthetic crap stepping in, assaulting, invading and, I hope, helping. (This is about the meds prescribed for my illness. I was not used to medication; rarely took anything prior to this situation.)

Last conversation with my coach I made a commitment to carefully check appointments before making promises. Two times forgot; worked out okay. Then forgot next time but remember immediately after said Yes and checked calendar. Fourth instance, started to react; instead responded: ”Let me check my calendar.”

A fear is a thought... a thought can be changed. (...is under your jurisdiction)

Don’t seek profoundness; avoid procrastination and mulling myself and my thoughts into distress.

I get a routine in my life, and then something explodes it!

I don’t have to look for the perfection. Just know that it is there. Each piece belongs in the puzzle. Life is a huge puzzle – one in a box with no cover, so we can’t see what the final picture will look like.