In the never-ending process of unpacking after a move, I’ve come across many of my old journals and scrapbooks from high school and college. It’s strange going through them and seeing who I was at the time. I also came across the watercolors that I did while counting the Omer a couple of years ago. I remember how soothing it was for me to do that, because it was a way of me channeling the overwhelming mix of emotions at the time. I think I want to go back to doing that, at least occasionally. I still have the brushes and watercolor set, so maybe that will be a goal I set for the new year.