I took on a new project this weekend. I wanted to find a way to keep my journals safe and accessible without having to print them on paper. I keep a daily journal, and I do it electronically. My handwriting is awful, and my typing can keep up with my thinking better than scrawling words by hand. I have a favorite wring app that allows me to type distraction free on my iPad. (iA Writer). It’s like whispering secrets to my best friend. The trouble is that I’m left with a lot of individual files and no good way to organize them. So this weekend I started putting them in a document that I can save as a PDF. I can even include pictures.
I’ve always loved reading the published works of journal writers and diarists but it’s only been in recent years that I’ve started my own practice of daily writing. It serves me in a number of ways. I get to offload things that might be troubling me and celebrate my successes. But beyond that, my daily journals let me know when I’m too much in my own head. It’s a common affliction of introverts. We don’t do such a good job of talking out loud about personal things. Instead, we tend to keep mulling them over and over again in our heads, thinking that with enough analysis the secrets of the Universe will be revealed to us. Such hubris!
I’ve found that when I go for a couple of days without writing, I’m in trouble. I’m avoiding myself, and when I do that, I avoid others, too. I’m usually overwhelmed by something that I haven’t really identified, and I’m getting buried alive without being consciously aware of it. It’s my signal to me that I need to talk out loud so I can get some clarity.
I never planned on going back to read the old entries, but from time to time I have started to do that. It’s interesting to see me growing. It’s incredible to see when the major shifts in my life occurred and how I perceived them, reacted to them. Mostly it’s just plain fun. I can laugh at myself when I thought something was a disaster, enjoy the good memories, be amazed at how my thinking has shifted.
I’m putting February of 2011 into my book right now. I was trying something new, spending a couple of minutes right before bed making a list to answer this sentence: Today was a good day because…
Some days the list was long. Sometimes it was very short. But long or short, the lists showed my appreciation for my life. I don’t know when I started the practice. I’ve lost those journals. I don’t know when I stopped it. I haven’t gotten to those entries yet. I think it’s something that I have to start up again, because gratitude and appreciation are healthy practices. My journal tonight will include a new list of today’s good things, like the fun of pulling up crabgrass near the dahlias and spreading more mulch, watching the goji berries get bigger and fatter, being entertained by the maple tree seed that is caught in a spider web out near the bird feeder. It’s like watching a kite as it spins higher, gets to the end of the web and swirls down, then darts back up again. Maple seeds are designed to be wind borne, and they dance nicely from the tendrils of a spider web. I should probably take a picture of it to include in my journal for today.
Do you journal? Do you reread your journals?
What made today a good day for you?
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