I have a “love-hate” relationship with Facebook these days. I am hardly there, and when I do log in, I pop in and go out quicker than quick. I browse the updates which isn’t much considering that I now have a few hundred friends (which isn’t so cool when you look at how the feeds go), so I am seriously considering trimming down that friend list. I’m sure a lot of people also don’t appreciate getting nonsensical updates from me. I wouldn’t be too surprised to find out that many of them have unsubscribed from my feeds, although there isn’t much going on on my own page.
From time to time, I do come across some gems, like today, I picked this quote up from a friend, co-paulinian and colleague of my sister at work, Edlynn. I had to go back and grab the line, post it here, and will be putting it in my happiness journal at a later time.
“The secret of happiness is: Find something more important than you are and dedicate your life to it.” — Dan Dennett
And I got a pleasant surprise when BFF Pia K popped out on the chat — which was quite serendipitous by itself. (As you can see, I’m still hooked on “serendipity” as I am continuing to work on my Artist Trading Card Mega Swap.)
Pia and I have known each other since the second grade, which is 39 years worth of the Pinay New Yorker on this earth. I’ve written about it here a while back that we used to be mistaken for sisters back in grade school. We went to the same high school and landed together most of our four years with the nuns — I think we managed to do it for 3 of 4. She went to the other branch of the same University I went to and we completely lost touch. We sort of “got back together” the last 4-5 years which was literally thanks to the post offices on both sides of the world. And for that, I am eternally grateful to every mailman I see. Our friendship, you see, was rekindled and kept alive by snail mail. And I am still trying.
Though I don’t write her quite as often, I continue to try. Despite the technology all around us, I still believe that the written word on hard copy carries a different kind of magic all its own.
So we had a good chat about how age makes you wake up at odd hours, and how, even if you crave sleep, you end up doing so little of it. (I told her it was age.) We talked about our kids — which, we agreed, was one of the best accomplishments we can claim in our lifetime. (Unfortunately, Pia beats me with 4 of her own against my unico hijo.) And we traded light banter and then FB conked out on us and I had to go back to work.
Somewhere there, though, we talked about journaling.
I told her to just write whatever, whenever. Journaling should be spontaneous. The first thought, the first word, the feeling that comes to mind at that very moment. That is the essence of capturing the moment in words just as you would want to do it with a picture. I thought I’d come up with some journaling prompts for Pia as she starts this new journey.
1. There’s always a sticky, a tape receipt, a paper napkin handy where you can scribble the date, the time and place, and even a single word like “Thanks.”
2. Think of a happy memory. Start with “Remember the time…”
3. Grab some words of wisdom. They might not be your own, but the thought of wanting to share it with someone you love or care for makes it your gift.
4. Cut up a picture, or even a magazine ad or article that reminds you of something or someone and paste it onto the journal.
5. Even a simple “I love you” can fill a whole page with feelings.
Good luck on this new journey, P. I have always believed you were a great writer — I have always worked hard to catch up with you but have never quite caught up.. =) Take care, my dearest friend.