Sunday Journaling Prompt: Lightning Round... The Last Word? 📔🖋️🕊
This is a fun one... no heavy-duty writing assignment this week!
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Fellow Empresses, How the hell are you?
They say moments of true joy and feeling are the most fleeting and ephemeral of all.
So, can you catch them on impulse without thinking or ruminating too much and ask yourself:
The last film that moved me…
The last book that changed me…
The last song…
The last time I laughed…
The last time I danced…
The last time I hugged someone…
The last time I was angry…
The last time I was scared…
The last time I felt awe…
The last time I felt like a cheeky devil…
The last time I felt part of something bigger than myself…
The last time I felt loved…
On the alternate side, by taking the time to engage with each of the above on a deeper level—we surrender to the whole of ourselves. And, I don't know about you, but I’d rather be whole than ‘good’ any day.
Yours in Grandeur & Deep Sh*t,
By the way, as a disclaimer, I am not a therapist or a physician. I’ve only been to the medical school of me so please take all of the above as mere musings and not at all legit medical advice.
To answer my own questions...
The last film that moved me… Saltburn--the absolute nailing of "class" cringe and exclusion and wanting to be interesting was so dreadfully painful in the scene with Oliver's parents.
The last book that changed me… Fates & Furies by Lauren Groff
The last song…Let's Be Good To Each Other... https://youtu.be/z91qXVeutTY?si=EBLRbvnLa2fY-8gO
The last time I laughed… Just now with Kris and that ABSURD post about self-care baths!
The last time I danced… too long.
The last time I hugged someone… Last weekend I hugged my girlfriend Alisa as we tried to figure out our lives.
The last time I was angry… I was SO furious when the person I'd said I'd be down to love for the next 30-odd years even though neither of us is perfect... said to ME, "No thanks." He thought, he could do better. I just wanted to throw all of his perfectly tailored shirts out the window and clog traffic for the whole of Manhattan. This old, fat, white guy who thinks he's the shit? To quote Ice Spice, "You're not even a fart." I mean, the nerve. Knock yourself out pal.
The last time I was scared… waking up alone after a seizure with a severed jugular and a broken jaw,
The last time I felt awe… in front of redwoods and giving birth.
The last time I felt like a cheeky devil… writing. Always writing.
The last time I felt part of something bigger than myself… helping women get access to abortion care, in states where it's impossible.
The last time I felt loved… last night, by my friends Meredith, Alisa, and Selena. But really loved, when I hugged my youngest daughter good bye for school. They are both my whole heart.
I’d rather be whole than good—- can I quote you? Great line.
LOL story- we once had a contractor who grunted. Uh huh. And we had a tour guide who had a nervous grunt— Uh huh. Jeffrey said, Imagine they got married. Do you Andre take Marie.. Uh huh. And do you, Marie, take Andre… Uh huh…
Probably not funny without grunting sound effects but it was hilarious.