Uncategorized, Writing


I’ve written before about the joys of keeping a journal and how beneficial it can prove to be in your life.

I’m something of a procrastinator (*ahem*). I mean, if procrastinating was an art form, I’d be on the level of Picasso 😉 One of the many anti-joys produced by being a chronic procrastinator is that I often feel cluttered up in my mind with all the things I haven’t done, all the things I’ve yet to do. It leaves me feeling pretty overwhelmed and gives me a bad case of the “brain fog.” One of the ways I deal with this is by keeping a journal.


In times past, I’d religiously stick to one notebook, not moving into another until I’d finished that one. That hasn’t been the case as of late. Nowadays I write wherever –a scrap of paper, a napkin, my prayer journal, or a new Word doc. Whenever and wherever the need presents itself.

There’s a great quote by Joan Didion about how writing is her way of figuring out what it is she’s thinking, how she feels, what she fears, etc. It’s how we figure out what’s going on inside of our hearts and heads. You don’t have to be an excellent writer to do that. All you have to do is sit down and describe how you’re feeling, what you’re going through, what you’re learning, etc. You may be surprised at how free and relieved you feel afterwards.


I haven’t been journaling as much as I used to so the other day when I was feeling overwhelmed, I decided to give it a whirl. And I’m really glad I did. I was able to unburden a lot of pent-up stuff there and just work out why I was feeling overwhelmed, and it inspired me to write this post. Because maybe you’re feeling overwhelmed too, and maybe you’re having a hard time figuring out why. Seeing it all written out in black and white might be the key you’re looking for. I’d encourage you to give it a try and see what I’m talking about. You may be surprised by what you find.

Another reason why I like to journal is because, in a way, it’s the memoir that nobody reads. It’s my way of remembering, of holding on to the pieces of me that may not exist someday. It’s my way of capturing the present. How priceless it will be one day to look back and be able to remember all the ins and outs of our lives; I think it will be like finding recorded footage of forgotten times. Wouldn’t that be amazing? So pull out a notebook; turn on your computer; rip out a piece of scrap paper – whatever. Just be sure to save your writing in a place it won’t be lost. You’ll be glad you did someday.