Day 47: I used to be an avid journaler. There was a time, for years even, that I made a daily entry into my personal journal, or diary as many people call them (I never did like that term). I have several volumes detailing all sorts of events and happenings in my world as seen from my perspective. And then one day...I stopped writing. Though it didn't happen overnight, the habit quickly fell by the wayside. While cleaning out Grammy P's house this summer we came across a few different journal-type books, and it struck me as absolutely wonderful and comforting that through reading an entry or two I could "hear" her voice again. What precious keepsakes. As well, it had the effect of rekindling my own interest in starting up again. I'm not so disciplined as to write daily anymore, but I try and write often. I find it helpful when I have challenging days (as I seem to be having of late) to try and sort out my thoughts through the journal, and "clear my head" so to speak. It helps. Give it a try, if you don't journal already. And though I don't give anybody permission to read them until after I'm dead (and maybe not even then lol), today my journal is my happy. #100happydays
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