Journaling
Lately, for some unknown reason, I have really, really been wanting to journal lately. I used to do this all the time though middle school, high school, and college. I really don't think I've really sat down to write about what's going on and about how I'm feeling since I stopped seeing my therapist during spring quarter my senior year.
Damn, that was 4 years ago.
I'm trying to remember why I stopped journaling. I think its because I was taking myself WAY to seriously. That the turmoil going on inside me was extremely significant and profound, when really, it was probably mostly meaningless prattle about the latest boy that was consuming my thoughts and wanting everyone to like me despite having a really awesome core group of friends. I'm sure reading back through my journals would confirm this.
Thinking about it, the urge to start journaling again started a few weeks ago when I was cleaning out my bookcases during a spring cleaning bug and needing to make more room for books about brewing beer(yeah!). I finally had decided to part with most of the books from my poli-sci classes that I a) was never going to read again, or b) never read in the first place and was never going to get around to reading them ever. It was then I saw exactly how many different notebooks I had filled with journaling, and thought I would pack them away because I wasn't planning on reading them anytime in the near future but still not quite ready to burn them.
Since then though, I've had the desire to start making more. Maybe I'm not processing my thoughts enough, or maybe the old habit of taking myself too seriously takes more than 4 years to break? Maybe I can strike a balance between the two? Maybe you really couldn't give a crap about my thought process as you're reading this?
I wonder if I really even have time to start journaling again - between work, beer, working out, and the dog, I barely have enough time to do my chores at home, let alone sit down for 15 minutes several times a week to document whats going on in my brain.
sigh
I think I'm already taking myself too seriously again already, and its only been 10 minutes.
Damn, that was 4 years ago.
I'm trying to remember why I stopped journaling. I think its because I was taking myself WAY to seriously. That the turmoil going on inside me was extremely significant and profound, when really, it was probably mostly meaningless prattle about the latest boy that was consuming my thoughts and wanting everyone to like me despite having a really awesome core group of friends. I'm sure reading back through my journals would confirm this.
Thinking about it, the urge to start journaling again started a few weeks ago when I was cleaning out my bookcases during a spring cleaning bug and needing to make more room for books about brewing beer(yeah!). I finally had decided to part with most of the books from my poli-sci classes that I a) was never going to read again, or b) never read in the first place and was never going to get around to reading them ever. It was then I saw exactly how many different notebooks I had filled with journaling, and thought I would pack them away because I wasn't planning on reading them anytime in the near future but still not quite ready to burn them.
Since then though, I've had the desire to start making more. Maybe I'm not processing my thoughts enough, or maybe the old habit of taking myself too seriously takes more than 4 years to break? Maybe I can strike a balance between the two? Maybe you really couldn't give a crap about my thought process as you're reading this?
I wonder if I really even have time to start journaling again - between work, beer, working out, and the dog, I barely have enough time to do my chores at home, let alone sit down for 15 minutes several times a week to document whats going on in my brain.
sigh
I think I'm already taking myself too seriously again already, and its only been 10 minutes.