It’s the first day of the new year. I woke up this morning, sent some texts, listened to a Christian podcast, sipped some morning tea (real tea, not gossip tea btw), and did some study and research. When I developed the energy to do some much needed house cleaning, I came across a throng of journals I used to keep, with entries dated as far as five-years. I skimmed through a couple of them, surprised at what I wrote all those years ago; all the goals and plans I left undone because of several reasons, some that aren’t even a factor anymore. A part of me was tempted to rip out the pages and burn them because I didn’t want to be reminded of lost and emotionally dependent I was, and in some ways still am. Then I thought, how can I use this, not the blank pages of the journals, but the written ones? How can I transform these journals into a blueprint to live a life free from emotional dependency, among other clutches I have allowed to weigh me down? So I have scribbled in the agenda a party-of-one, evening night in with me, a glass of Moscato, a highlighter, and these journals. It’s going to be a riot!