A window to your soul, keeping a journal can be a way of giving your feelings an outlet like no other, a place where your deepest thoughts can reside without fear of judgment, blame, or need of justification. Journals allow you to be just who you are, and are a place where you can travel through life’s emotions with gentleness, compassion, and deeper understanding.
What better way to practice writing and getting your thoughts down on paper than journaling, right? My biggest problem is where to begin and what to write.
I always loved the idea of keeping a journal: a special notebook with the smell of parchment and leather awaiting my thoughts, ideas, and musings; a place I can scribble away my rants, raves, and bridled emotions; a sanctuary where I can confide in “someone” when there is no one left to trust.
As an introvert, I value the time I have to myself. It’s a realm in which my thoughts run free for my examination. A place where clutter can be brought back to order. A place that enables time to slow down, chaos to quiet down, and reality to be placed “on hold.” It may sound selfish, but it’s me-time, and everyone needs that in their lives.
I know a fancy notebook of any type is not required for journaling, but I wanted it to be special. I have plenty of composition books laying around with story, plot, and character ideas for writing. I wanted something different… something unique. I love the old leather bound books: the way they look, the way they smell, the way they feel. Call me old fashioned, but I like the aged and antique feel and look of these type books. Now, I’m not opposed to modern technology and all its advancements—I love my gadgets!—but I enjoy putting ink to paper in a fashion relevant to its beginnings. Perhaps it’s an old soul in me that wants to put its old soul thoughts down in an old fashion way.
In any case, after browsing one of my favorite book shopping sites—and wanting to utilize a 20% discount coupon—I thought it was time to make the investment. I found the perfect choice for my journaling needs. I ordered it and received within a few days. I was excited to get started, but—of course—I had no idea where to begin. I made my first entry last night before going to bed. I ended up beginning with a sort of introduction—I suppose I felt the need to get acquainted with my new journal before spilling my sentimental innards to it in future occasions.
It was actually funny: I wrote as if one day someone would discover it and feel the need to write a book about my life. Strange, right? Anyway, I’m glad I made the first steps in journaling: deciding to journal, acquiring a journal, and finally writing in it. It will be a wonderful and productive experience… and a journey well worth travelling.