but turned into so much more.
My mom found out something about me a couple months ago that…well, we’ll just say it really ticked her off. This thing that she found out about me led her to believe that I didn’t love myself and that I need to learn to be grateful for what I have.
So, as one part of my many-part punishment, she told me to start keeping a gratitude journal. At first, I was just really spiteful toward it because I still saw it as punsishment, but the more I wrote, the more I realized that it was something that I actually sort of DID need. It was nice. I wrote things in it that I liked about myself and my friends, and nice things people have said about me.
Then I just stopped writing. I got busy with school and ran out of time to write in it. So, I’d really like to start keeping it again even though I’m not as self-concious as I used to be.
