Let me begin with this: my journaling has little rhyme or reason to it, so please don’t expect to come away from this post with an epic plan for writing the Journal of all Journals.
My journal is a mess because I’m still trying to figure out how to journal (if there is such a thing) as well as what I should put in my journal.
I’ve seen (and tried) many of the different journaling methods out there (five-minute, bullet, gratitude, reading, etc.) and have settled on the one that works for me.
And, for those of you seeking my ultimate secret to journaling success, here it is:
I sit down, open my journal to the next blank page, and I write.
Whatever comes to mind. Problems, worries, wins, special moments, whatever.
I’m just caging my monkey mind on paper so I can get on with my fucking day.
That’s the point for me. My journal is my chance to clear my head of all the cobwebs, crazy thoughts, and random nonsense that invades the recesses of my mind.
And there has never been a greater time to cage that mind than the time we’re beginning to come out of: the COVID-19 pandemic.
This morning, I finished filling the journal I began in February 2020, about one month before schools in the United States shut down and many of us began working from home and figuring out the pandemic life.
My journal was my hideaway. My secret cave. My Sanctum Sanctorum.
It was just for me. Just my way of processing all the thoughts and fears that ran through my head.
- How to keep it together
- How to help my daughter
- What’s really going to happen
- Will we get through this
- Will someone I know live or die
All these thoughts and more occupied my mind over the past 14 months.
I’ll be open and transparent here: if I hadn’t processed it all through my journal, I’m quite certain I would not have come out on the other side of this thing in any shape whatsoever.
Instead, I’m happy, healthy, and whole. I started working out regularly. I cleaned up my diet.
I spent more time with my family. And, I wrote.
I wrote a lot.
It helped me get through a very strange year.
If you’re not already, I highly recommend you begin a journal. Don’t feel like you have to find the right way to do it, just do it.
It’s worth it. Trust me.