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On habits - Morning pages

On Habits and How We Build Our Days

    I woke up the way I always do, fumbling for my phone before my eyes fully open, squinting at the blue glow. Four notifications, two emails, and the weather forecast (partly cloudy, like my mood). And just like that, I’ve enacted the first in a choreography of unconscious movements that will shape my day. Did… Les mer "On Habits and How We Build Our Days

    Happiness is not capturing butterflies, but savouring sunsets.

    Happiness is not capturing butterflies

      About the author The Mind Map Journal is where visual thinking meets personal growth. Our website brings you proven mind mapping methods that turn scattered thoughts into clear, actionable plans. We offer a full library of tips, tutorials and templates that work for both new and skilled journalers, going beyond basic writing by adding visual… Les mer "Happiness is not capturing butterflies

      The 5 Love Languages for a lasting marriage

      The 5 Love Languages

        I used to think showing love was simple. You say “I love you,” you buy gifts on special occasions, you help around the house, you spend time together, you kiss goodnight. Basic human stuff, right? Wrong. When my husband stopped responding to my affection, I doubled down. More “I love yous.” More surprise gifts. More… Les mer "The 5 Love Languages

        Standing order regular weekly social events

        Start a Standing Order Social Event

          For years, I watched my friendships fade one by one. Not because I stopped caring, but because coordinating calendars became impossible. Life got in the way with work, family and a thousand competing priorities. Most productivity advice overlooks this crucial aspect of our lives. Our social connections need maintenance just like everything else. Life gets… Les mer "Start a Standing Order Social Event

          How to find meaning in the monotony

          When Every Day Feels Exactly the Same

            I woke up this morning to the familiar ceiling stain that vaguely resembles Antarctica, or maybe it’s just a Rorschach test for my deteriorating sanity. Again. The alarm clock’s red numbers pierced the darkness, as they have countless mornings before. 6:43 AM. I always wake up seventeen minutes before my alarm. Always. It’s my body’s… Les mer "When Every Day Feels Exactly the Same