Keeping a journal might just be the best habit I’ve picked up in 2016.
Once upon a time, when I was a little girl and everyone had a journal (voice-activated locking-diary, I’m looking at you) I kept a myriad of lock and tiny key diaries. Inevitably, I would lose those damned tiny little keys, or feel like I needed a clean journal for a fresh start, the fresh start being an obsession with perfect-looking pages and usually a need to not be reminded of a dumb crush I spent the entire first half of the pages gushing about. But journaling never really became a habit for me.
Fast forward to 2016. Despite loving writing, I feel like I haven’t written anything I’m proud of in ages, or at least haven’t written anything I feel has shown growth. Blogging became horrendous because I felt like I was running out of ideas for editorials without writing my own whole bright and shiny novel first. I don’t know how or why the urge hit me, but before I knew it I was picking up my own Papa Winchester-style notebook and scribbling away with one two promises to myself:
- I wouldn’t throw the journal out the window when I got halfway through – the pages are about the moment, not about feeling embarrassed when I read back over things 10 years from now.
- I would write at least once a month. Anything, just stay consistent.
I’ll be honest – there’s nothing monumental or profound in those pages. There’s not even any fiction or “writing”. I just need a place to jot my thoughts, and a place to tell my real-life stories. The stories about running into crazy, fiction-worthy incidents downtown. The hilarious story about the date gone wrong. The story about finding and keeping friends when finding and keeping friends post-school seems daunting and hard to do.
Who knows, maybe one day those stories will make it into my award-winning memoir (tentatively titled: “One Fish, Two Fish, Red Fish, NO Fish” or, “I Left The House for This?”) Actually, when I think about it, journals themselves are kind of like mini memoirs.
Enough chit chat. Go write your mini memoir too. (Wouldn’t it be awesome if there was a snazzy way to share hilarious/inspirational little memoir stories!? Internet! Help me out!)