Journal Prompt

Journal Prompt for Mental Health

As I sat in silence on the sofa this morning, I contemplated the status of my life. I asked myself, what is the most important thing to me in this life?

Over the years I would have said to be skinny, to find love, to have more money, a successful career, tangible things like a bigger home, a nicer car, a fancy education, but in 2017 and 2018 I battled breast cancer, and March 7, 2019, I had surgery to relieve a herniated disc.

When I thought about the question, what is the most important thing in my life, my answer didn’t surprise me, and truthfully, I was happy to hear the words my health roll off my tongue.

Having good health is the cornerstone of life. Without it every other area in your life suffers. For me, I’ve had to take time off work which effects my income. I am unable to exercise, a trait so inherent I feel hopeless without it. I’m not talking about running marathons, I’m talking about being able to walk more than 50 feet at a time without getting winded. Poor health takes a toll on social activities, romance, and vacations. Everything in your life is affected when your health wanes.

I’m 43, almost 44, and I want to live a long, full, and healthy life. I want to have the successful career, I want to continue fostering healthy relationships with my family and friends, and yes, I still want tangible things, and fun vacations, but now I know I need to focus on good health.

When I get up in the morning, I am thankful for the life I have been given, for the body I have been given, I’m thankful for my friends and family, and for all I have attained in the last 43 years. I have worked hard for it.

I encourage you to take 15 minutes today and write why your health is the most important thing in your life. Share some of your thoughts with me in the comments section.

Best wishes,


The Rustling Leaves

The shorter days are forcing me to run at dusk or in the dark. Last night, I chose a section of town that is new and only has a couple of homes in the subdivision. I knew this route would have less traffic, but it’s heavily wooded and lacks sufficient lighting.

What I didn’t count on was crossing paths with another person enjoying the evening. I was a lone runner climbing the hill leading into the woods when I met another person walking towards me. It’s a strange feeling when all that is recognizable is their long shadow and illuminated silhouette.

At that point, my imagination began to take over.

Eerie Haiku

The rustling leaves—
stranger lurks in the shadows.
Gone, without a trace.


Tuesday’s Writing Tip from the book The Portable MFA in Creative Writing:

This week is about “stirring the pot.” Spend about 45 minutes each day (break it up into 15 minute increments if needed) writing in your notebook.

“Record snippets of dreams or thoughts you have throughout the day…pay attention to sounds you hear, foods you taste, sensory physical details of your daily life that stick in your mind. Just ‘fool’ around with some words.”

Mantra for the week: “Don’t get it right, get it written.”

I allowed myself some time to do this today, although I find it difficult to break away from the morning pages. Those take about 30 minutes, and I don’t have an additional 45 minutes on top of that to let my mind wander some more.

So today it was a combined effort. For the next few weeks I am going to try to adhere to the MFA guidelines rather than the Morning Pages. Sorry Julia Cameron, you’ll have to wait.

I love this book and plan to share more information as I read along. I think it would be an amazing experience to go back to school for an MFA in Creative Writing.

Do you have any EERIE stories to tell, or poems to share? I would love to read them.