Journal Keeping

Today is one of those days where I haven’t done much of anything. I over slept, I did dishes, I wrote in my journal, and I listened to music. However, it’s been a productive mental day. My mind has wandered so much! I love letting myself just lay on my bed and let the music take my thoughts where ever they choose to go.

I started keeping a journal in the spring of 2010, thanks to a professor I had at the time. Since then, I have scribbled down thoughts to fill my original journal, as well as 80 percent-ish of another. I love buying journals. Right now, my journal smells of leather and dust. When I open it, my mind just spills out through my finger tips.

Whenever I write, I always feel closer to myself. I gain a deeper understanding of who I am and what I’m going through. Normally, I don’t solve any of the questions I conjure up, but I do think a lot about the answers. There’s a quote I heard forever ago and it’s something like, “It’s not the destination that matters, but the journey.” Journal keeping has taken me on many journeys, often making me forget the destination altogether. Such a lovely thing it is to let your mind go here and there for no rhyme or reason.

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