51HCa3RHsOL._AA160_I just finished a memoir called “Paris in Love” by Eloisa James.  It was assigned by my book group and not something I would have picked up otherwise. It relates a year of the author’s life when she took a sabbatical in Paris.

What makes it remarkable is that it is made up of little moments, often not more than a few sentences, relating something she experienced.  She not only talks about food and art, but the homeless people she encounters, her children’s school experiences, her in-law’s overweight dog and the way light shines through a window.  It inspired me to capture more moments in my life.  As I’m writing this, I’m remembering a song from “Into the Woods“.  Life is more than just moments, but they are to be gathered up and savored.  Of the moments that happened today, which ones will I remember a year from now?  Probably replacing the flooring in our TV room.  But the serious discussion I had with my daughter about what Phineas and Ferb must be like in school (their poor teachers!) should be remembered too.

Writing a journal seems like another chore, a self-indulgent one at that.  It can be more than that- it can be art and therapy and self-discovery.  Give it a try, and start with a small moment of each day.

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