I’ve had a diary or journal since I was seven or eight years old.
I re-read these from time to time.
They can be a little painful to read, of course, and re-live the hurt/confusion/anger that came from the effects of my mother’s substance use disorder, my father’s co-dependency and the general chaotic world that I lived in from those early years all the way through my late 20s as I raised my little sister.
But I read them to be inspired.
Little-kid me was extremely wise. I detailed grand plans for my grownup life with my ultimate ticket to freedom in hand: adulthood.
The trouble is that as an adult child of an alcoholic, my grownup life isn’t quite what I had envisioned.
Over the last few years that I’ve been on this ACoA healing journey, and particularly over the last few weeks, I’ve been thinking about much I live in my comfort zone. No surprises. No spontaneity. I like this comfy world of doing the same thing every day. It is predictable and controllable.
But it is getting very boring…and little-kid me would be disappointed.
In the fourth or fifth grade, I wrote that as a grownup, I would “do something new every day, even if I have the flu.” I believed in my freedom and my energy to REALLY LIVE like that.
So with those wise words in mind, and because I am 35 years old, I have challenged myself to a 35-day challenge to do something new every day, no matter what.
I look forward to your ideas about what I should do. Let me know in the comments or on social media. #JodyGrownup
I hope you are living the life that little kid would be proud of, my friend. And if that’s not the case, I challenge you to do something new every day, too.