This year I stopped journaling. I have been journaling since I was in grade 7 (2001) but only have my journals from grade 9 to age 25 (2003-2014). Each school year or each calendar year is inside one year with a few summer journals as well. Ever since leaving high school I found it more and more difficult to fill a journal (which I guess was my benchmark for successful journaling) so in January of this year I decided to stop. I feel it was a dumb decision.
I stopped journaling because:
- I couldn’t complete an entire journal in a year
- I was only writing about the bad things and I’m tired of only remembering those moments
- Happy entries consisted of “Today was a good day,” Ok…thanks for providing me with great memories
- It was becoming a chore
Upon reflection, I have come to see that the problem isn’t with journaling, the problem is with me. I set conditions on my journaling which clearly made me hate it instead of enjoy it for the release it can be. Since I stopped journaling (it feels like it’s been longer than it actually has) I have felt a tad empty. I have found myself thinking, “I should write this down.” or “I want to share this but not talk to anyone.” So, I think the journal needs to come back and I need to change how I view journaling.
- a place to share with no judgment
- a nice slice of privacy in our every sharing digital world
- something I can share with others in the future
- a way of tracking every part of my life
- my space and only my space
I will use the notebook my Mom bought me back in February. I needed to use it for something special and journaling is something special.
I would like to thank Crackerberries for blogging about journaling today as it was the push I needed to make this decision 🙂