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Journal Entry No. 12

If I won the lottery jackpot, I would first donate 10%(before taxes) to Legacy Of Hope International(LOHI), the mission group I’m involved in. Then, I would pay off my debts we have. I would put some aside for each child of mine. I would buy an RV Park for Brent and a birth center for myself. I would get weekly massages. I would travel internationally several times a year. I would invest the rest, like a responsible adult should.😊

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Journal Entry No. 11

Recently, my most memorable experience with nature was in Sedona this winter. It was unlike any landscape I’d experienced before. So different than here in the southeast.

I gasped and exclaimed at the redness of the rocky hills. The shapes of the rock formations were so interesting too! I loved the contrast of colors; greens, reds, and browns.

The coolness of the air and the warmth of the sun, all at once while hiking the trails there. It was phenomenal. I cannot wait to visit Sedona, Arizona again. Daphne McIntosh Sedona

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Journal Entry No. 10

I feel as if I haven’t had many dreams as of late. The last one I remember(or two), weren’t very long at all. I suppose I could embellish upon them to make them longer.

So, in light of me not being able to recall many dreams, I Googled “how to remember dreams.” The search turned up several interesting ideas. One, I believe, is a big reason I don’t seem to remember my dreams. It said not to stimulate yourself at all upon waking as this could lead to promptly forgetting one’s dreams as dreams are stored in your short-term memory( My children most always wake me up and start talking my head off first thing in the morning. I also read about a few supplements and herbs that could help.

One thing about me and dreams is that in childhood and into young adulthood, I had night terrors and I would sleep walk on occasion. My dreams would be extremely vivid and many times, terrifying.

One time, as a teen, I was at a retreat, in Destin, Florida. I was in a hotel room with sr real other teen girls on, I believe, the twelve or so floor of the hotel. There was a balcony outside of our room with a door to go out onto it. In the night I dreamt I was being chased by a man and was running from him in my dream. One of the teens woke up(thankfully!), and found me climbing over the balcony edge! I had no recollection of going out on that balcony climbing on it. Can you imagine if no had woken up and caught me out there? What if, in my sleep, I had slipped or let go and fallen? I’m sure it would have made for grand speculation on why a girl such as myself, had committed suicide? Which I had no intention of in my waking hours. But, who would’ve known I was sleep walking and having a night terror?

So, I’m rather afraid of dreaming.

I would love to have awe-inspiring or happy dreams.

Well, the two dreams that I do remember recently having, the short ones, were of my husband leaving me(which he has no intention of) due to lack of internet connection where we are currently parked in the RV. The other one was of my sister naming her baby(which isn’t a bad dream).

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Journal Entry No. 9

I am living an adventure that I love. I dreamed of living more simply. Traveling with my family. We are living out an adventure everyday. It may not be heart-thumping adventure each day, but we get to spend time with each other exploring the United States in an RV.

I do still wish to do some international traveling(I do get to go to Cambodia this year!). I’ve always wanted to visit Spain and Greece. I’m hoping one day I will!

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Journal Entry No. 8

I know I need to be more accepting of myself. Like I wrote in Journal Entry no. 1 about being a critical person, I tend to be critical of myself. I’ve read many books and articles that say to “just accept yourself.” Why is it so hard for me to just accept myself? I’ve come to see I need to set my mind, daily, on being grateful and happy about things unique to myself, that make me truly me. I like when I did a yoga video from Yoga with Adriene, and she had me place my hands on my abdomen and say a word of thanks for all it does for me, day to day. It is one area of my body, in particular, that I’m unhappy about. But, in doing that exercise, I see I’ve been very ungrateful to this body part. It has done, is doing, and will do so much for me. My abdomen area has helped carry four babies, helps hold in numerous, vital organs, helps me stand tall, helps me with breathing, so, so many functions in which I seem to take for granted.

I accept myself. I love myself just the way I am(even if those statements sound cheesy😊). xoxo tummy

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Journal Entry No. 7


My family

My friends

Being able to travel

Access to good food and clean water

A vehicle that runs

A nice RV to live in

Freedom in my religious preferences

Right to vote

Running water and electricity

A washer and dryer

Able to do the work I love

Able to homeschool my sweet girls

Heat and AC

Opportunities in my past, present and future

Ability to see and read



The ability to be joyful



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Journal Entry No. 6

Book intelligent womanI’ve never much cared for this question. I mean, if one was extremely intelligent and less attractive, to what extreme is this “less attractive” look? Who says they’re less attractive? By societies standards? Also, if one really wanted to be up to societies standards of attractiveness, there’s also plastic surgery. Not that I’m saying one should get plastic surgery just because they’re less attractive, but it’s always an option. See, it’s a catch 22. If I say one over the other, there’s always something to comment about the way I perceive it. Does it make one a more shallow person if one says they’d rather be extremely attractive over being intelligent? What’s not to say that a person couldn’t overcome their being less intelligent? Who’s saying they’re less intelligent? Tests? Ba humbug to standardized testing!

I never felt I was very intelligent growing up due to the fact I struggled understanding math. Then, in a remedial college math class, it clicked. Finally, I understood math! After all those years struggling to understand it, I understood it! It felt so good.

Could not a less intelligent person somehow learn in a way to become more intelligent? Even those that have an actual disability in learning many times has other qualities about them that they’re able to let shine.

If one is extremely attractive, one could excel in acting or modeling and make it in life. As for being extremely intelligent, one could succeed in life by being a scientist, mathematician, doctor, or researcher, for example.

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Journal Entry No. 5

I would like to be Angelina Jolie for 24 hours. I would want to be her because she has a heart for humanitarian work, promotes varies cause, has lots of children and of course, is absolutely gorgeous. Angelina Jolie with son, Maddox

I particularly like that her first interest in humanitarian work was during the filming of Tomb Raider where she found out about war-torn Cambodia. This is where I am going to this year! One her son’s is Cambodian that she adopted. She was awarded Cambodian citizenship in 2005.

I would like to spend time as her doing humanitarian work.

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Journal Entry No. 4

I’m not sure if I remember this memory due to watching old family films or what, but I remember when I lived in Montana, coming down the stairs and peeking down into to living room on Christmas morning with my older brother. I think I was around 2 or 3 years old?My older brother and I

I’m on the left, my younger sister and then my older brother.My mother, older brother and I.

I also remember riding on my bouncy horse wildly while looking out at the snow-covered mountains.

Another early memory is in Brazil when I was about 3 or 4 years old. A cousin was carrying me around the kitchen, it was a small galley-type kitchen. I wanted milk. She gave me some from a cardboard carton that was in a cupboard. It was rather warm. I asked for cold milk, so she put icecubes in my glass. I thought it was so weird to have ice cubes in my glass of milk! I suppose that’s why it’s stuck in my memory.

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Journal Entry No. 3

This journal prompt was to write a short story from randomly chosen columns with different prompts. I am not a writer, so be easy on me!

Amelia was a talented ballet dancer from Brazil. She was quiet and kept to herself. She was living in New York City and training at the ballet school there. She was having a hard time making friends due to her introverted personality and from the language barrier.

For the holiday break, Amelia was able to fly back home.

While home, in the jungles of South America, she discovered a shocking secret. While hiking alone, Amelia stumbled upon a remote operation that was creating a secret formula from an herb found only in the deepest part of the jungle.

Now, Amelia hadn’t quite discovered this yet. She had tripped and hit her head and blacked out. The next thing she knew, she was waking up in the local hospital with a cast on her foot! How was she to finish her ballet training! She would lose her coveted spot now! She wept at this thought. Dancing let her introverted self open up. It was like therapy to her.

In about an hour, her parents came to get her and take her home. They cried when they saw her cast. It was late in the day now, so Amelia went to bed, ready to call the ballet school in the morning.

When she woke up, she felt so energized! She forgot about her broken foot and hopped out of bed. “Clump!” went her hard cast on the wood floor. She looked down in surprise. Her foot! Aww, it was broken! But, she felt no pain. She went into the kitchen where she heard her parents whispering. They stopped when they heard her and looked in surprise as she hobbled over without any crutches. She said, “My foot! It doesn’t cause me any pain when I walk!” They decided to go to the hospital after eating breakfast to get another x-ray.

The doctors were astounded to see that her foot was completely healed! They went back and forth looking at the x-rays from the day before. It was unbelievable! Amelia was ecstatic! She would be able to dance again!That night she packed her bags. Her return flight was early the next morning.At the airport, a man slipped a letter into bag. She didn’t see it until she was flying. As she read the letter, she let out a gasp! The building she had stumbled upon was something amazing! The letter explained that they had brought her inside the building and given her a dose of a secret herb unknown to the world, except for a few that worked there and now, Amelia. They said this is what had healed her foot so miraculously. But, they said she must not tell a soul for her future career would be jeopardized. She was afraid what would happen to her. The letter went on to say that she must contact them if she notices any side effects that came on suddenly or if she noticed anything else. She had one more year of school. Her parents were struggling to pay for it. Amelia didn’t know if she would be able to return for her final semester. As she was contemplating what to do, a letter arrived for her. It was from the people that had given her the miracle herb. They asked her to meet them that night, no harm would come to her. That night, she met with them. They wanted her to take a smaller dosage of the herb for the net 6 months and she would be greatly compensated. This was an answer to her money problem! It would pay for her to finish school. She accepted.Everything was joining well for the next 3 months, but in month 4, right before her graduation, she noticed she was having a hard time remembering things. It was so gradual she thought it was only from the stress of this last semester. She pushed on. She graduated ballet school at long last. The night of her graduation, she was out celebrating with a few friends, she blacked out. When she woke up, she couldn’t remember who she was or where she was. Several weeks passed by and she didn’t improve. The doctors detected an interesting thing, she had early on-set Alzheimer’s. They were befuddled to see this in such a hound woman. After another month passed, her parents finally found her. They took her home to live with them. For many years to come, they received money, every month, from an anonymous donor. They said they had admired Amelia’s dancing and wanted to help her after hearing of her illness.

After three years had gone by, Elia started doing ballet moves whenever she heard music. She never gained her complete memory back, but was able to remember dancing. It was ingrained in her soul, that would never be taken from her.