Journaling is like going home. We always have this place to come back to, to check in. To introduce a situation and spend the time to write how this is impacting us. We can divulge in details that we don’t have to feel are judged. It is our thoughts, our words, our feelings coming through. Sometimes we are not looking for a resolution, but merely to hear what we think. Our reactions. Our feedback. Everyone has an opinion when we talk about ourselves. That is the natural condition. We share, we receive. It should always work that way but with journaling, we share, we read, we write. We continue to process as only we can do, for ourselves but with ourselves.
We get a sense of how deeply we feel about certain things. Emotions have a way of making us think things through a little differently when we’re writing about them instead of talking about them with another person. There is nothing wrong with talking to someone else, but it’s good to put on paper what that looks like as we are feeling and thinking.
Journaling is the friend we can always count on, the knowledge that no matter the time, the mood, the situation, we are always free to share the deepest thoughts we think. Some people cannot sleep through the night, waking with thoughts that occupy a space in their minds that they are not able to turn off. Journaling is a place to put ideas, share the feelings connected, clarify the deepest concerns that trouble the mind in that space. It is like going to the therapist and unleashing the noise that disturbs the equilibrium of two worlds. People carry their journals with them through the day as if it were their best friend, because any time in the day to day, we may need to stop and reflect. These are also our words, not connected to the illusions of life that may prevent us from making sense of the meaning of our lives. We get to write that book, the one we author, the one we tell, and only with our pen, or our computer. Journaling becomes the go to, without any direct conclusion, we have no bias with our words because those very words are describing the very emotional part of the system of our beliefs and expectations. We are therefore free to keep those words, and everything they represent to us, and for us.
There is such a beauty in that process. I'm preparing to go deeper in my writing practice. I don't want to keep myself from processing what lurks inside my heart and mind. I have too much contained within me that needs to be released. I am beginning to see the sacredness of my time, my love, and my actions. I want to make it matter - because it does. What has become rote and banal is developing into part of a great dream and vision in disguise. At the same time, it remains part of an evil plot of my story that I don't want to be participating in. I have no choice but to acknowledge the truth. The fact of realizing I trusted the wrong people with my heart. It is still difficult to even be transparent and blunt about what is affecting me so deeply. So I'll share some songs that accurately depict how I feel. Princess of China by Coldplay and I Can't Make You Love Me by Bonnie Raitt.