NonSociety – Live Differently. Julia Allison Internet Enthusiast

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Jun 07, 08 1:18am
Today during the photoshoot Pickett asked me to look at Mary for a shot that was supposed to be “serious.”  I could NOT DO IT without cracking up.  I’m so lucky to have these two incredible best friends … thank you Meghan, thank you Mary, for putting up with me.  There are no two people I’d rather see Every Single Day.  ;)
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When I came home this evening, I was exhausted.  I sat down at my computer for the first time in a long time and started writing in my journal - my private journal, which has been more or less neglected for the past year.
As I began writing an overwhelming feeling of gratitude washed over me - gratitude that I forget all too quickly in the midst of my daily stresses.  Quite frankly, I have no right not to be in almost total ecstasy.
I think one of the reasons people become unhappy is that they rarely (if ever!) give themselves reflection time.  And when they do, they worry, or they agonize, or they allow the myraid slights and petty injustices that accompany a normal life to dominate their thoughts, which of course does nothing but undermine their happiness.
I’m just as susceptible to filling my hours with Things To Worry About rather than quiet contemplative thought (no one ever moved to Manhattan for that, right?) … but suffice it to say that a Friday night spent alone with my laptop and a blank page made me very happy indeed.
Goodnight.

Today during the photoshoot Pickett asked me to look at Mary for a shot that was supposed to be “serious.” I could NOT DO IT without cracking up. I’m so lucky to have these two incredible best friends … thank you Meghan, thank you Mary, for putting up with me. There are no two people I’d rather see Every Single Day. ;)

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When I came home this evening, I was exhausted. I sat down at my computer for the first time in a long time and started writing in my journal - my private journal, which has been more or less neglected for the past year.

As I began writing an overwhelming feeling of gratitude washed over me - gratitude that I forget all too quickly in the midst of my daily stresses. Quite frankly, I have no right not to be in almost total ecstasy.

I think one of the reasons people become unhappy is that they rarely (if ever!) give themselves reflection time. And when they do, they worry, or they agonize, or they allow the myraid slights and petty injustices that accompany a normal life to dominate their thoughts, which of course does nothing but undermine their happiness.

I’m just as susceptible to filling my hours with Things To Worry About rather than quiet contemplative thought (no one ever moved to Manhattan for that, right?) … but suffice it to say that a Friday night spent alone with my laptop and a blank page made me very happy indeed.

Goodnight.