To Journal or Not

For years and years people would tell me that writing out my thoughts and feelings was so much better than just living them. Being able to look back and see how far I've come from those feelings, gives me a sense of accomplishment to know I'm not still stuck in those days. Moving on from tough thoughts and feelings isn't easy, but it most definitely is possible. 

When I was in my early twenty's, I would journal stuff in notebooks all the time. Some of those notebooks I still have, while some I've gotten rid of on purpose. When I got into my late twenty's and early thirty's, I started blogging to express feelings instead, because typing was so much easier than writing. I could get more out faster and people actually read it and gave feedback. Sometimes I left myself vulnerable to criticism, and that was hard. However, over the last ten years or so, I've stopped blogging and veered back toward journaling in a notebook again. I think the idea of keeping my thoughts and feelings to myself just sounded glamorous again. I didn't have to worry about how people reacted to what I said, or if anyone was even reading it at all. I just had peace knowing my ramblings were my own. And that seemed like enough. 

Today, my red notebook sits on my nightstand where I still journal every night. I talk about my day, my son, my husband, my cats, my family, and everything else under the moon, including the moon. And that's just the way I like it. 

I do not want to take anything away from this site, because I actually do find it kind of cathartic to type on here. For so long it was a community, but that community has gone, and all that is left, are my words.

Until next time...