Fill your pages with the breathings of your heart – William Wordsworth
I’ve been keeping a journal in various forms since I was nine years old, although early efforts weren’t entirely successful. My first was a nature journal which I quickly grew tired of when I became bored with communing with Mother Nature.
It did get better … although at times not that you would have noticed …
From the age of ten I would sit in an apple tree having ‘Conversations’ with Dorothy Parker and my Goth obsessed mid-teens included such worthy tomes as ‘Letters To People I Really Hate’ – managed a whole notebook on that one …
I’ve also sworn undying love to Donny Osmond, written letters to my late gran and penned my way through a dreadful divorce and its aftermath – there has been celebration, total misery, secrets and much soul searching along the way.
I can’t say with absolute certainty that journaling has made me a better person but it has certainly made me a saner one!
So journal keeping has been with me most of my life and I cannot recommend it highly enough – particularly journaling for the self. You know, someone said to me that keeping a personal journal is like having a close friend who doesn’t judge you or answer back!
It is a place where you are in charge of your own kingdom, a place that you can explore your innermost yearnings and fears, sort the muddles in your head and be completely honest.
Journaling for the Self is a fantastic opportunity to discover not only who you are and who you want to be but enables a constant dialogue to keep in touch with your values and everything else you hold dear, so please join me over the coming months as I delve into this wonderful world.