Oct 03, 2011 04:30
Journaling is one of those activities we often recommend to individuals under our care, with the idea and intention that by doing this diligently, they will learn something about themselves. For persons with bipolar disorders, it is with the hope that they will see for themselves the evidence of their shifting moods. For persons with ECG abnormalities, it may help them track what may or may not be causing the problems in their rhythm (although in this instance, the journal is usually accompanied by a Holter monitor, but I digress).
But journaling to me? For a while it was a means to express my creativity, and to complain - first on the sheets of a beautifully decorated diary then to the virtual pages of an online blog - about different things in life - from the mundane to the life-changing. However, journaling has become something of a...lost art - at least for me. It's unfortunate, but true. I seem to have traded it in for status updates and commenting on other people's thoughts instead of deciphering my own. And even knowing this, I cannot vow not to make changes. I cannot even say that I will journal more, because every time I've said that, I do so diligently for a month or so, and then procrastinate the next entry, until later becomes never.
For someone who professes to love writing and the creative process, this is truly unfortunate.
...I wonder what I'll think of this entry when I wake up.
Haha~
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