Writing My Life Away

Wednesday, November 7, 2001


I enjoy keeping a diary -- although these days, I call it journalling.  

My first diary begins in 1961, and it was green leather with a lock and key.  Like many, I was inspired by Anne Frank.  


"I want to write, but more than that, 
I want to bring out all kinds of things 
that lie buried in my heart."
~ Anne Frank


For years I've journalled the old-fashioned way, putting pen to paper. My enthusiasm for journalling has never waned, and the tools of my trade have included inexpensive, spiral-bound notebooks, index cards, post-its in a shoebox, and The Artist's Way Morning Pages journals with high-quality paper, binding and artistic covers. 

This is my newest chronicle, and I am very much enjoying this brave, new world of journalling, arranging electrons on a screen. So far, I have not missed the flow of ink on the page.

This way, I can edit, cut and paste, use the spell check (when I remember to do so) and it all takes up so little space, instead of the towering stack of journals on my  bookshelf.  

Best of all, since it is on the Net, I can access my almost daily musings, detailed maps of events, captured moods and experiences, and random streamings of how I see and experience the world, wherever I am, in all of its mundane and glorious detail.  

I definitely think better when I am writing, and I know myself better when I am writing.  I have enjoyed the process of loosening up, setting aside concerns about grammar or structure, and exploring my mind and getting to know myself.

Journalling certainly helps me to clear up my muddied thoughts, as well as declutter those that are otherwise tossed into a neglected jumble.  

Journalling is a source of comfort for me, helping me to arrive at balance and peace in various areas of my life. I remember where I have been, and I am pointed in the direction where I want to be.

Thank you, God, for letting me write my life away here. 

"No wrong,
just write."

"Life is a Gift."

Author Unknown

P.S.  If you would like to share a portion of yourself  with words, in response to this journal entry,  you may do it here.  

 "The only gift is a portion of thyself..."
Ralph Waldo Emerson


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This web journal was created on a September Morn, 
September 29, 2001
September Morn 2001