My birthday is almost here. Perhaps because I’m still sniffing, snorting, coughing, moaning & groaning from this cold that’s settled into my bronchial tubes, perhaps because of my fibro, perhaps because every birthday reminds me of how short a time we spend on this planet I’m a bit down. Didn’t know it . . . until . . .
Since spending most of my days as a psychotherapist focusing on other people’s feelings, feelings, especially my own, are the last thing I want to pay attention to when I’m not working. But since I’ve been facilitating Therapeutic Process Journaling Workshops I’ve stepped up my own creative journaling.
I keep telling my participants that their unconscious KNOWS what’s happening. Whether you intend it or not, unconscious messages come out in the journal pages.
As I was doing the cover of a $1.00 notebook the picture of hands on a magazine cover seemed to be the right size and I liked the colors against the black and white notebook. At least that’s what my conscious mind was focused on: size & color.
When the cover was done it struck me that I wanted a helping hand.
I wasn’t feeling good physically or emotionally. I also had been spending all my time at the office or alone with my computer – even neglecting Max and his walks. I needed to reach out to family, friends. And Max would add – take leash in hand and take him on walks! The cover left no room for doubt.
All that for $1.00 and glue! Happy Birthday Judy.