Yesterday my friend Russell sent me a lovely journal from the Museum of Fine Arts in Boston. Each week of the journal is accompanied by a painting by an impressionist painter, but the days of the week -- Monday to Sunday -- are blank. They are meant to be filled with notations, events, to-do lists, invitations and all the other things that go into making up the days of our lives. As I opened the journal yesterday and looked at the blank pages, I wondered what sort of entries I was going to fill into the pages. And then it occurred to me, it's entirely up to me how I fill the pages.
Cottage in the Dunes
Stanislas Henri Jean Gazin
(The week of March 7th to 13th)
Most of us go through our lives on autopilot. We go to work, we go home. We pay the bills, we buy groceries, we do all the necessary things we need to do in order to survive. The days, weeks, months, years pass this way. We call it taking care of business. Any of the joyful things we manage to do are usually extraneous, and usually -- only -- if we have enough money left over to do them. Hobbies, vacations, concerts, movies, parties, museums, a day at the water park, these are all special things we do -- luxuries, as it were. Wouldn't it be wonderful if we could fill the pages of our journals with one of these things every day, or at least every week?
As I looked at the blank pages of my journal, I decided I didn't want to fill them with "went to work ... went home". One day I would like to look back at the pages of my journal and see that I actually had some fun -- at least occasionally. Maybe it won't be every day, but it would be reassuring to see that I was able to punctuate the boring, humdrum days with some fun and perhaps even some excitement.
How would you fill the blank pages of your journal?