A Postcard Diary + The Magic of Doing the Minimum

Spring has sprung, and, along with it, no doubt many a good intention. One of mine is to start keeping a diary again — not like the diaries I used to write in my twenties and thirties, which, in retrospect, were more of a form of therapy, but the kind that might make good reading for someone else one day. I’ve always been intimidated to do that, becaus…