Let me tell you a story about journals
Last June, I bought this notebook at a small shop in London, thinking I should write a journal. Lots of exciting and amazing things were happening in my life and I had just met someone who I
hopedthought would become a large part of my life.
I thought that I probably wouldn’t keep it up, I’m terrible at creating new habits. But I’d try.
Today, I finished it. I haven’t written every day, sometimes just once a week. But it’s full.
Most of this journal is just words. There are maybe some 25 or so small photos, and some cinema tickets. It doesn’t have pretty designs, drawings, switching colours or anything else you see in the fancy journals people post online. It’s just words. Sometimes I’ve had panic attacks while writing, so I can barely read what it says and it’s NOT pretty at all. It’s been with me on many many trips, so it’s looking a bit worn out and the edges aren’t perfect anymore. You can see that the cover has been bent a bit.
Yet today, when I finished it, I started reading it from the start, and it made me so happy. So many amazing things have happened since I started writing, and I’m going to remember them. I’m going to be able to read this 10 years from now, and remember.
No matter how good your memory is, you’re going to forget details over the years. You’re going to forget the way you felt when you were sitting outside a cathedral in the sun and the air was filled with the smell of elderflower. You’re going to forget the moment you realised that someone must really care about you (and be really observant), because you squinted at something while they walked by and they pushed it closer to you so you could see it better. You’re going to forget about the feeling when you realised you’d done something that would usually make you really anxious, but this time you didn’t think of it at all.
My point is, if you want to write, then write. You don’t have to be an artist to write down your life story. It doesn’t matter. I couldn’t be happier with this journal if it was organized, colourful and had 500 stickers in it.
Tomorrow I start on a blank page.
Such a lovely post highlighting why we should all try writing something.