Every day I look at my bookshelf and the stack of empty journals just waiting to be used, along with the two sitting on my nightstand begging to be opened. I thought about throwing them out and I’ve told people to stop buying them for me because I don’t use them. Yet, I refuse to give them away because of their beauty.
Oh and I can’t forget about the half empty journals with memories of my summer’s before college and the times I felt so hurt by the father of my child that I couldn’t do anything but write. Like honestly, do I rip out the pages and burn the memories or do I continue to write in them with more consistency?
I’ve been thinking of all the ways I can bring my journals back to life; get them out of their state of loneliness and I believe I’ve found some answers. Check out these ideas that will help put those empty or half empty journals to use:
Keep it next to your bed and write down every dream you can remember having as soon as you wake up
Write a sentence a day and see where it takes you. It’s possible you’ll end up with a story at the end
Make it a budgeting journal. Keep note of all your expenses each month.
Into cooking or want to keep a track of new/old recipes? Write it down.
Everyday make a list of what you are grateful for
Password Journal because if you’re a normal human I know those passwords start to get confusing.
Use it for your To Do List
If you tend to travel a lot write about your trips
A fitness journal – track your progress (weight, recipes, exercises, etc)
Start a therapy journal
Write down positive affirmations or quotes daily
& there’s so much more you can use those empty journals for. What do you use your journals for?
Today I went for a walk, my usual 35-40 minute walk towards the end of the work day. Sitting at a desk all day gets a bit tiring so why not get up and get active. While on my walk I found myself staring off in the distance with a million thoughts going through my head. It’s normal for me to drift off and think about life, sometimes I even pull out my phone to write down a quick poem or a few quotes. Today I just let the thoughts eat at me. Thoughts of who I am today and who I’ll become in the future. Wondering if I’m sleeping on the present me. Have a truly found myself 100%? I can confidently say, “Not even”. Every other day I’m learning more about me. I’ve become a more positive person once I stopped allowing myself to mix with those who radiated their negative energy onto me. For a moment I thought all life had to offer me was disappointment and drama until I manifested peace upon me. I decided to stay away from those who made me feel less than and focus on the things that made me happy. BUT today during that walk I felt like I was having a midlife crisis and I’ve yet to hit my 30s. I asked myself what is it I truly want? Do I want to stop chasing after my dreams that I was once so passionate about? I was feeling like I knew my mission (write) but I didn’t know my where the destination was or how I was getting there. Did I go left, make a right or keep strutting forward until I reached the unknown destination. What happened if I came to a dead-end? I knew I’d have to turn around but then where would I go? would I have to start from the beginning; start all over again? The hard part for me isn’t figuring out what career I want and will be genuinely happy with. The hard part is figuring out how I’m going to get my writing out there, how I’m going to bring in my audience and how will I meet people to network with. It’s possible I’m terrified of rejection; scared that I won’t have any supporters or that my work won’t be good enough. Sometimes I think I need some reassurance and a shove forward instead of feeling like I’m completely alone on my journey to the world of published writers…