Writing and Rereading Journal Entries
It's two a.m. and I don't feel like working on necklaces at the moment. And with all the beads here right now, there is no way I'm going to switch projects. But I should keep rolling for another 2 hours at least. There have been quite a few nights like this lately. . . hmm. Wonder why?
When all else fails to pique your interest, transcribe those fleeting thoughts and sometimes the stagnant ones too. Write straight from the brain to the page. Don't worry if your verb tenses change or if you start projecting yourself into the second person. Just get it down.
I enjoy turning up the tunes and shutting out the rest of the world. Sometimes my fingers never pause, constantly fluttering from one key to the next. Sometimes I read and reread aloud after writing each sentence. . . over-analyzing everything.
Other times, I get distracted by the busy hum of life and off I go in a whirlwind of activity. During those moments, days, weeks, I tend to forget the peace that journalling brings. I could equate the pleasure of journalling to taking a hot bubble bath. But come on, how many of us are lucky enough to take hot bubble baths on a daily basis?
I have noticed the more frequently I journal, the more creative and industrious I become. Just to dump my cluttered brain out onto the page . . . or in this case, into a blog, helps me find an idea I need to explore further, an old memory of cleaning the chicken coop as a child, a new-to-me painting technique I am yearning to try . . . The list could go on and on.
I like to write like no one will ever see it--I may as well blog the same way. I find much joy and freedom in speaking my truth and it will become a reference for me later. When I look back at past journal entries, they have become excellent examples of my convoluted, mishmashed, hodgepodged, non-linear mind. As I reread, I usually skim over most of it, but I can recall the moment of it's writing and the same feeling washes over me once again.
When all else fails to pique your interest, transcribe those fleeting thoughts and sometimes the stagnant ones too. Write straight from the brain to the page. Don't worry if your verb tenses change or if you start projecting yourself into the second person. Just get it down.
I enjoy turning up the tunes and shutting out the rest of the world. Sometimes my fingers never pause, constantly fluttering from one key to the next. Sometimes I read and reread aloud after writing each sentence. . . over-analyzing everything.
Other times, I get distracted by the busy hum of life and off I go in a whirlwind of activity. During those moments, days, weeks, I tend to forget the peace that journalling brings. I could equate the pleasure of journalling to taking a hot bubble bath. But come on, how many of us are lucky enough to take hot bubble baths on a daily basis?
I have noticed the more frequently I journal, the more creative and industrious I become. Just to dump my cluttered brain out onto the page . . . or in this case, into a blog, helps me find an idea I need to explore further, an old memory of cleaning the chicken coop as a child, a new-to-me painting technique I am yearning to try . . . The list could go on and on.
I like to write like no one will ever see it--I may as well blog the same way. I find much joy and freedom in speaking my truth and it will become a reference for me later. When I look back at past journal entries, they have become excellent examples of my convoluted, mishmashed, hodgepodged, non-linear mind. As I reread, I usually skim over most of it, but I can recall the moment of it's writing and the same feeling washes over me once again.