Little things to bring light to winter days

The joy of end of day micro-journalling

I find them nestled in the notes app of my phone - Things I have accomplished or feel proud of today. Three weeks of little lists from this time last year. Bringers of light to ward off the dark of winter’s end. They remind me of the day I first wore my sunset leopard print jumper, purchased in a sample sale after admiring my therapist’s shooting star sweater for months. It still brings me joy to slip it on a year later.  To glance down and see those colourful cuffs.

Last January I took myself on a creative date to Edinburgh and shared my freshly written piece in a group workshop. Even though I thought it was a bit shit. The same thing happened last week, this time in an online poetry course. After listening to incredible poetic takes on giving voice to animals I hesitated but decided to read my work anyway. And was surprised to receive such generous feedback in return. I glowed.

I was kind to myself. I respected my needs. I managed my energy.

These crop up time and time again in last year’s little end of day things. Along with entries about sore throats and aching muscles.

Deer. Frosty fractals. A moonlit bath.

Captivating moments collected alongside the mundane - tax returns signed off, dishes washed, recycling emptied. Charting a re-emergence into the wonder of good health.

Felt awe – dance.

While seeds were being planted, for a future in which I’d stop putting off the things I dreamed of doing. Because time had taken on a new perspective.  

Dreamed big – flying trapeze

Little sparks. Glimmers. Hope in motion.

What will be on your list tonight?