I believe in the power of reflecting about something, and it has been many a dawn when I have been awakened by the sudden insight on something that had been bothering me or a call of attention about something I had not noticed before. I have used journal writing to keep track of life’s turning points and their aftermath. I’ve use them also as an escape valve, when there was no one I could or wanted to turn to. I used to keep my writings, so I could check how things were going or had changed, but with time, I stopped doing it: I preferred to continue silently and without witnesses with my ruminations. It feels very estrange to write what you think, and worse yet, to have somebody read about it. It seems an invasion of privacy, and yet, I recognize that there is also a weird attraction in baring yourself in such way, it is sort of liberating.
In addition to the above mentioned motivation, there is the fact that is a requirement of the course I’m taking, so although in the fast world we live in, finding the time to sit down and write about what you think, what worries you, or an idea that might be good to try to implement, is difficult, I can see its value, and I’m game.
Critina,
ReplyDeleteI am glad you want to join us in this adventure. It has been awhile since I have read your journals, and I regret not being able to read them all and comment on them as they are posted.