Journalling The Hard Way
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Keeping a journal is supposed to be therapeutic. Mine has become my most challenging relationship.
I know, right? How does keeping a journal become a challenging relationship?
Well, it goes like this…
ANDY:
Ah, I won’t bother making an entry today, I can’t be arsed.
JOURNAL:
WHAT?! You HAVE to make an entry! Do you know what happens
to journals that don’t get fed daily? We wither! We become those sad,
half-empty notebooks in junk drawers!
ANDY:
Why am I talking to a journal?
JOURNAL:
Rude! Do you think I don’t exist?
Much more of that? And you’ll have a journal with a complex. And when that happens?
Bloody hell.
I sit here now. Daily. Wishing quietly (so the journal doesn’t hear me) that I hadn’t bothered starting one.
Because, trying to come up with things to write about is a nightmare.
I used to think I could just write any old crap. Whatever was on my mind. But then? My journal started judging me.
ANDY:
Great, that’ll do for today’s entry!
JOURNAL:
Bit lame. Is that all you’ve got to say?
ANDY:
Erm… Well… Yeah?
JOURNAL:
A bit more effort would be appreciated. That’s boring and
frankly, rubbish.
I mean, come on. It’s MY journal!
So, I started working harder to write stuff that felt more like writing. It became a proper effort. But my journal stayed quiet (no comments on the improved quality, by the way.) I assumed I was doing ok.
Then, one day, I wrote:
Nothing to write. Nothing to say. Sod it, I’ll leave it there.
Well, my journal then refused to open. For hours. I wanted to check something I’d jotted down a few days before. But the bloody thing stayed firmly shut.
ANDY:
C’mon! Open up. I need to check that note!
JOURNAL:
Bugger off. No way.
The next morning, I found passive-aggressive sticky notes all over my
desk:
‘Remember me?’
‘Some people care about
consistency.’
’Day 3 of being ignored.’
‘How does it feel to
be GHOSTED?’
ANDY:
Look, I’m sorry, right? I’ll do better.
JOURNAL:
You always say that. So, still bugger off.
I went without the note. And waited all day. Then, tried again. It opened this time. But like a solid oak door that hadn’t been opened for centuries.
I wrote a 500-word entry about the experience. My journal was happy.
So, fellow scribblers. If you want to journal and maintain a happy journal, write every day. And have something to say. Because if you don’t? The rebellion is a pain in the arse.
Right, have to go. My pen is giving me side-eye - probably because I’m typing this instead of using proper handwriting. Who knows what will happen if my laptop develops opinions about my blogging schedule.