I have a confession to make. I harbor a secret stationary fetish - particularly diaries, journals and weekly planners. Oh the thrill of a new year and the annual hunt for the perfect diary and planner. The frisson of excitement as I open a new journal. The idea of a whole new year to fill with meaningful activity excites me. Each year is a blank canvas full of possibilities. I read through old journals and flip through the previous year’s diary to reflect and appreciate all that happened and what I learnt and accomplished. Journaling explores my inner world, records various events, practices gratitude, documents hopes and dreams and inspirational things learnt from books, podcasts and others. I call mine “My Little Book of Thoughts.” And then my diary awaits - a knight in shining armor that magically turns dreams into reality. A chalice of potential. What’s not to like? Having written down my goals I consider if there is any new ability, skill or resource I could acquire th...