My journal is my best friend. She knows what I am thinking. How I am feeling. She’s witnessed me transform. To move from a victim to someone who appreciates.
You might be thinking how can this be? It’s just old fashioned technology of paper and pen. Nothing fancy.
The experiences I have from writing old-school hones my attention. It forces me to think. And to feel. To stop worrying and to acknowledge the present.
It’s has become the way that I show up for myself. I originally started out thinking that writing every day would be good for me. I never knew all the benefits that would come along with the simple act.
I am more self-aware because I recognize my emotions. I constantly question and force myself to pencil an answer. When I ask better questions, I can process more effective answers. I create a more mindful bond between my head and my heart. Between my body and mind. It has always been there, but it takes those moments of pondering and silence in the morning. Moments when it is just me and the pen on the paper.
Thank you journal. I can more confidently articulate how I am feeling. What I strive for. I can acknowledge more strongly the gifts in my life.