Today I wrote my last entry in my journal. Two hundred pages filled with my dreams, desires, fears, and worries. Moments in time captured within its pages. A bittersweet reminder of how important journaling has been to my self-discovery journey. As I closed the book, I remembered a blog post I wrote a few years ago. I love this post because it captured my admiration and appreciation for my journal as I would for an old friend.
Everything is so perfect, clean, crisp, untouched. My pen fits perfectly within my fingers waiting to make its mark. I close my eyes and let the words form in my head. Gently, I put pen to paper. At first writing neatly and slowly, then the words flow like water. Swiftly I write. My cursive slanted ever so, spills the reminders that I am meant to hear. Guidance, dreams, inspiration. A place to put my fears so they can see the light of day. I release them from within my head, removing them from my ego, and exposing them to the air. As the ink dries on the paper, I feel the fears dry up and the intensity they once had slowly disintegrate.
My friend, confidant, made of paper. Once a living thing that provided shade and oxygen returns. Each entry transforms the smooth empty pages back into the living just for me. Holding my passions, desires, truths, and aspirations. Empty and young, it is as if my words age each page. Giving them wisdom, life experiences, and texture. Words that were once clearly written become scribbles as my mind races. Ideas flow, ego argues, heart wins. Day after day, my words fill the pages. I am creating memories, blueprints for the future, making promises I hope to keep.
Journaling is a give and take relationship that I have with myself and a book of empty pages. I offer my stresses, fears, hopes and dreams and my journal happily receives them. In return it gives me the opportunity to see my feelings on paper so I can objectively examine them and determine what is from my heart and what is from my head. It comforts me like a warm hug, yet it can wake me from denial like a slap in the face. An amazing creation of everything that is me.
Tomorrow I will start a new journal, carefully listening for the crack of the spine when I open the cover ever so gently. Excitedly staring at the blank page that is ready to hold my secrets, ideas, fears and experiences. The time has come to meet my next new friend.
Welcome to a place where anything is possible.
A place to capture your dreams and desires, to release your fears, to find clarity, and create new beginnings.
A place to open your heart and mind.
A place to allow your inner self to speak and to remember what you know to be true but have chosen to forget.
A place to write your truth.
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