Your prompt for JusJoJan January 25th, 2022, is “journal.” Use the word “journal” any way you’d like. Enjoy!
I started journaling as a kid. I had the typical girly diary with the fairly worthless key. It was fun to write my daily events and feelings, as well as my dreams. Once I discovered my older brother was reading my diary and tormenting me with my own words, I stopped using the diary.
In high school I loved to buy a pretty new journal at the start of each school year. Vromens always had such wonderful choices. They were super expensive to me, but I’d save to get one that I liked. After I filled up the nice one, I would start journaling in spiral bound notebooks.
I wrote a great deal of poetry in high school. It soothed me when I was uber stressed. At one point, for reasons I can’t remember, my grandmother asked if I had written to bio-dad. I hadn’t of course. She asked me to write him a letter, telling him what was going on in my life. If you’ve read much of my blog, I’m sure you’ll remember that I’d do most anything for my paternal grandparents. I foolishly agreed to write him a letter. I told him about my good grades. I told him about my job at McD’s. I told him I was toast mistress for my speech class. I then ended my letter by copying a poem from my journal. The poem felt like a great description of my life.
What did I get in return? A letter saying that poetry and being a toast mistress were a waste of my time. He informed me that I should be spending my time with more important things. Instead of rejecting what this man (who I saw MAYBE once every two years) said, I tore all the pages out of journals and stopped writing all together. I remember the day like it was yesterday. I never told anyone about what he had said, especially not his mom.
Many years later I would purchase lovely journals and write random thoughts. I never wrote poetry again though. If I looked at what had journaled and didn’t like what I read, I would rip out the pages and throw them away.
I joined with some other women to go through some books that required journaling. We would only share what we wanted to. It was a fun way to get back into writing. Then I started working on the Artist’s Way book and workbook. There is a great deal of journaling there. The kids were grown and gone, so there were no reasons to not spend my time journaling.
Four years ago, when I started therapy for PTSD, my therapist recommended I keep a gratitude journal. I had already begun my mornings and ended my evenings stating things I was grateful for. I agreed to his request. I found a journal that was designed to make a list. I would write, then read aloud my list of gratitudes every evening. As I started my blogging journey, I decided to work for a year looking for things to be grateful for. It was very good for me. I shared my blog address with my doc. He had read a few and encouraged me to keep up with it.
While taking online classes, working with a life coach, and my therapist, I have kept journals for my thoughts. They are all over my home. I’d start in one journal, put it somewhere, and then start another. There is a method to my madness though. There was an amazing synchronicity between what different people were saying. I could use information from one place and fit it into a conversation with someone else.
I still love journals. I recently bought another copy of the Artist’s way. I want to start it once again. I just might need to scan Amazon for a lovely journal. I already have a plethora of pens to use.