I saw this quote and it reminded me of the power of keeping a blog.
The way you record who you are and how you feel about something. I think the key to blogging is to be truthful with yourself. Writing for yourself is difficult enough, I can’t imagine how difficult it would be to write for someone else.
My blog has become part of me — but at the same my blog is not every part of me.
As of late I have had a lot of things I need to work through in my head – and I work better with stuff in my head by taking it out of my head, and putting it on paper.
I journal constantly. It may not quite be formal note book keeping, but it is writing down my thoughts. I often start an empty page with “How do you feel today?”
And then I write.
I do need places to write, to jot down thoughts, to sometimes work through a thought that is running in my head. Journalling and blogging allows me that privilege. There are a lot of things in my head that I can’t put down on this blog — probably because they are too personal, or because they are work in progress, and I need a bit of time to understand where I stand, so I prefer to jot them down in a standard A4 hard cover book with my fountain pen.
There is something therapeutic about shaping the letters and watching the ink soak into the page.
What I love about this blog and journalling is that I also get to look back over time and realise that I have changed who I am, or how I think about something. And how much I have changed in some ways, but not in others.
I thought an idea was a good one before, does not mean I still do.
It also gives me permission to make decisions based on how I feel — because sometimes that is all you have to go on.
I get to look back over my experiences with my kids and realise how much I truly like them.
I know we all love our kids, but I really like my kids – they are funny, and clever and make me laugh out loud. I look back over some of the stuff they have said and done that I have recorded on this blog, and I know they will hate it and cringe later, but I think they will also smile at themselves. Or refuse to talk to me from 13 – 19 years old.
Let’s just wait to see how that pans out.
This year has been one of huge shifts and adjustments.
I have learnt a great deal about myself in the last 9 or 10 months. At the same time realised I know almost nothing about me, and life and stuff and things.
Some days I feel all powerful and I can take on the world, the next I feel like sitting in the corner blubbering like a village idiot without a village.
I continue to do stupid things – daily – and also things that defy my perception of how brilliant I am. And have the potential to be.
I have made some brave decisions, and some stupid choices — and above all I am trying not to expend too much energy beating myself up about the stupid ones, and try not to get too over inflated with the brave ones. The day often ends with a glass of wine on the couch and the noise inside my head often gets quiet, which is a peaceful place to be.
Tomorrow is another day, and there will be a new set of choices and decisions …. and probably some McDonalds meal choices, and we know those can be tough too.
“I have lost touch with a couple of people I used to be….”