This summer while I was in Greece, using the internet was expensive and I would try to think about what I wanted to post to my blog during the day in order to save time when I was actually sitting at the computer. I was also overwhelmed by everything around me and tried to take note of as much as possible.
I have never had a journal before, and I have never written many of my thoughts down before. But now that I do write a lot of my thoughts down, I spend a lot of time thinking about what I am going to write. And I probably write down about 1% of what I think about writing. Writing is a release, and sometimes just thinking about what I would write is a release.
I especially like to think about journal topics when I am running. I can come up with tons of things I want to say while I am breezing through the woods. But the amazing thing is, once I come home from running, I almost never write down my running thoughts. I think this is because running is a release. And once I am calm and relieved of my stress – I don’t have the compulsion to write anymore. I don’t know if this means that I am not a true writer, because I think a true writer would only be happy once they wrote down there idea. But whether or not I am a true writer is not important.
I am fascinated that this fairly new hobby of keeping a journal has changed what I think about on a regular basis. Actually writing in the journal is one activity, but thinking about what I am going to write is a whole other activity in itself. It is weird to add to your daydreaming activities. I like it.
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