start journaling

I’ve been enjoying journaling a lot more than I thought I would. I even find myself looking forward to that quiet time of putting thoughts down on paper first thing in the morning. Just my coffee and notebook in hand, this is another of those simple pleasures. But it’s something I think I will actually stick with!

I’ve been doing “Morning Pages” first thing upon awakening. This exercise seems like it will fit into my routine fairly easily. I will write twenty minutes per day, five days per week. Much more than that would likely overwhelm me to the point of not continuing. For now, baby steps are best…:)

(5/11/09) I DONT LIKE JOURNALING MUCH.

(2/26/09) I started a journal yesterday. I am not sure how or what to put in it so I just write whatever comes to mind at the time I sit down with it.

my brother just passed away in his sleep last week. this has been a shock and very hard on the family. he recently started writing us letters and now we have these letters to read and remember him by. words and feelings are very powerful. so i have been thinking of starting a journal, and also start compiling letters to my close family and friends so they will have something when i am gone.

I just can’t write regularly. It’s just not the way I work and I’m going to accept that. Thoughts fly in and out of my head like butterflies. As soon as I set to write a thought down, another takes it’s place. And then there are times where I think no thoughts. And I can’t write during those times either because I am empty. 43things is the closest thing to a journal I have right now. I like it because I can just write and organise lists. Write when I want, and if I don’t write in a month or two, or even a year? So what? It still lives on without me because there are millions of others pouring their thoughts into this site. And when I have nothing to say, I can read about the lives of others for inspiration. So, no more more forcing myself to write journals, and there I let you go…

I’m keeping up with this goal fairly well, even though I haven’t written in a few days. I’m not really the type to write about what I ate for breakfast in my journal. I tend to save up for something a little deeper. So the lack of writing is a reflection of the lack of stuff going on.

I’ve got one this that’s been waiting patiently for recording, but I haven’t been able to muster up the courage to make it permanent just yet. Maybe soon….

I’ve always thought it would be sort of neat to come across someone’s old journals in my attic. Maybe a strangers or maybe a relatives, but I’ve always found reading about how someone else experiences life fascinating. It’s so personal. I want to record the important moments in my life (possibly even the smaller things) and someday, hopefully my grandkids/great grandkids will stumble upon them and find reading about the grandma to be pretty neat.

I keep a blog too, so it’s really hard to come up with just the right thing to say. MOre important things should be kept in a journal. More personal and more memorable.

Hopefully I’ll be able to stick with it.

i find myself taking it with me everywhere and
not letting it out of my sight. it’s addicting!

paper journals. and doodles.