There is something more dangerous than the death of one’s body. It is ‘the undiscovered self’; being alive without knowing why.
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.
It is a place where you oversee 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 – It’s having a conversation with your soul – you speak and then let it answer. Some of the answers you will want to hear, others you will not, but it is this process that enables you to amend, tweak and improve the manuscript that is your life.