Monday, May 23, 2016

On Journaling

Yes, yes, my handwriting is a bit manic. But I guess since it's my journal, really only I have to be able to read it... right? 

Ah, Monday. Once again it has come around to a new week, and I'll tell you right now that I wasn't prepared for this. This weekend was lovely. It was lazy, and introspective. Filled with ample amounts of good food, lazing around, reading, and journaling. Which means being back to the grind this Monday morning is taking a little longer than I anticipated.

When I was younger, I used to drag a big pile of books, a bottle of water, a journal, a pen, and a blanket out onto the grass on sunny weekend days. I'd stay outside until it was too cold to go back in, because I just loved the way it felt to read and write outdoors. The swish of wind through the trees, the birdsong, and the feel of warm sun on my back all made for a content feeling. I did my best journaling outside, and was actually good at keeping up with it too! I have 8 journals, starting from when I was 7, and going up until I was about 17, all filled with musings. It's interesting to go back through them now, and see what young Jessica was thinking.

I guess that's why I keep a book blog now too. I love recording things for the future. I love sharing them. I'll still always have a soft spot in my heart for the good old fashioned journal though. Putting pen to paper, doodling, and just letting it all flow out. Having a space to put things I'm feeling, and being able to go back and see how things have changed, makes me feel complete. I used to dream that someday, a hundred years from now, someone would find my journals and see into my life in the past. It made me feel connected.

So, I still journal, albeit not as much as I used to. I'm trying to get back into the habit now, though. As an adult, I have so much more to share. I just need to get it down.

End rambling. Thanks for reading.


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