I like the idea of keeping a journal. I love the feel of the pen in my hand as I write words on lined paper. I love handwriting. Getting my thoughts out of my head and onto the paper is healthy and often a means of great creativity for me.
But I’ve never kept a paper and pen journal for very long. For years I wrote and then tore pages out because my handwriting was sloppy or my thoughts scattered and seemingly senseless. This level of perfectionism is embarrassing to admit. And over time, I came to realize that while I liked the idea of a journal, most of the time this kind of daily writing just felt like one more thing to do, a kind of homework, and I really didn’t want to do it all. Keeping a journal seemed like yet another form of striving, another expectation.
There are exceptions. During times of great stress, I write page after page of feelings without fear or care. And it always feels good. I journal when it is needed – when it helps.
I’m revisiting the idea of daily routines. We make time for the things we want to do. I make time to exercise and walk every day. I make time for this daily photography/writing practice. I make time to read and correspond with friends by phone or mail. I make time for my husband and he always gets first dibs. I really want to have home-cooked and healthy meals – I just wish someone else would make them for me. (I hope Dave reads this.)
In the spirit of daily routines, I’m going to take one more stab at journaling because I want a means of focusing on positive changes in my life. I’m trying a new morning routine, The Five-Minute Journal and eggs for breakfast.
We become whole by stopping how the mind turns things in the wrong way. –Lauren Imparato, Retox