Writing, at least for me, is my saving grace! Releasing raw or mature words from thoughts and keeping a journal as a friend is good self-therapy! Appreciate the ability of your journals to allow you to develop your thoughts and review how you may have felt on a given day. Know that as you journal, you are doing so to unleash creativity and you may be pleasantly surprised at what your own words can heal or reexamine. Write or write a life of peace or adventure. Release your written words and expect to reap the unexpected; The peace or pain can be reprinted or published until another story is written, again, in your travel journal.
I wrote a lot in my journal as a child. Though when I reflect, it was mostly writing and purging hurtful events on paper in constant fear that playful, nosy, unwanted and mischievous eyes would gain access and tease me while they read what was none of their business to read in the first place. .
Yes, it was an exhausting experience to have a burning desire and a physical need and the urge to write words, songs, or stories and fables on paper. Things were especially difficult when privacy and space were at a premium.
Living in a small house, in confined spaces, in an old-fashioned Texas town, with many children around, constantly having to write secretly; sure, it wasn’t a safe bet to keep my diary up to date.
Keeping it out of the vengeful and enemy hands of disdainful brothers and sisters was more of a chore than the peaceful event it could be, if done unopposed.
While their interests were more adventurous, although I grant that, mine were more private and autonomous and I couldn’t understand why reading my private entries would be so compelling. My siblings were of similar ages and had the advantage of establishing very close contacts with each other.
The first three of my siblings went to the same two schools until their graduation. One was called Blanco and the other was like the Spanish explorer: Coronado. The youngest also attended school alone with no other siblings around him, just like me!
I missed the district deadline and was alone to figure it out myself, so I chose the best path for me.
I was doing well in school, making friends with like-minded students and even helping my teachers was my social unit and family plan. It was then that the typing error, illness, disease, obsession or compulsion began …
I wanted to fit in somewhere and when my English and language arts teachers turned me on, I knew what I wanted to do …
It was in my writing assignments at Roberts School that I felt more comfortable, stable, and confident being myself and finding other children feeling and doing the same.
I quickly learned that I liked the challenge of writing with a clear thought, creating passages and researching and being able to spell it out and take the pain and pain out of me and turn it into something serious, joyous, or even fun.
My teacher: Mrs. Quill, you told me to start a journal, so I did! From then on, I quickly learned that journaling is just the beginning of the journey that is commonly called freelance writing.
Writing, which usually begins with a journal, is a clear way of examining or challenging yourself, your progress, and solving the things on paper that are answered by the words, even if only to yourself, that exude the pulse of their fears, perceptions. or challenges, challengers ORRR more for manifesting your miracles and pursuing your dreams.
Life is a travel journal and you cannot stop hoping, knowing and believing in the power of writing your way to achieve miracles and fulfill dreams.
So if you are a young writer and you read your journal, take a pause or a short breath and then get back into your writing habit again!
One day my older brother searched feverishly and found my journal …
Ed was the type of person who always had something intrusive to say about what he was doing, or always compared me to other members of my family.
Of course, when you read my journal, your assumptions were correct. I was a lone wolf in my skill of choice: writing and enjoying my craft, I knew it was my truth, and luckily I lived in an excellent environment for wolves. Hahaha.
We lived across the street from a great obscenely vast desert, where the howling of animals could be heard.
Where a complete shopping center and a large package store now reside.
Don’t get me wrong, I love to shop at Sam’s, although before I was there, there was only a desolate, hopeless desert that was the haunting place of nature walkers, kissing teens, wild animals, and reptiles. , as well as an unfamiliar landscape … And then there was me, doing my homework in peace and stealing some tasty moments to write poetry!
Expect to be pleasantly surprised by what your mind will stimulate you to write is what was revealed to me when I was deeply in meaningful prayer.
I also learned that it was much wiser to be less resistant to what my mind would say than to what it was expected to write.
Enjoy your journal journey and expect a pleasant surprise at how much alone time it will allow you to write.
Everyone’s autobiography is already written, get out of their way and write from your heart space and watch your emotions shift and shift for more enlightenment and self-nurturing.
AAAAAH, those were the good old days. Growing up in West El Paso wasn’t easy if you were unique or a little eccentric, aka different.
I can never be accused of being a sheep or a follower of traditions and customs that I was not raised to believe.
I would have liked to connect a little more with others, or even have invited myself to participate. They could at least have given me an invitation, just saying …
*** I enjoy learning from you and from others by continually offering myself knowledge!