For my English Advanced Class we were asked to keep
a personal journal were we would write for ten minutes at least five days a
week for a few months. At first I wasn’t too excited with the idea, because it
was something I had to do everyday. After a week of giving it a try I actually
started to enjoy the dynamics of the project. For ten minutes I felt like it
was just me, myself and I. The rules to this journal were simple: don’t’ think,
don’t worry about grammar, and go for the jugular. At first I kept thinking
about what I was going to write and I wanted to make sense. I found myself
explaining what I was talking about, as if I talking to someone other than
myself. After getting used to it I started writing down everything, it didn’t
matter how random it was. Sometimes I would be talking about a test I had soon
and suddenly I would write down a comment on something that I saw that
morning.
Now, I normally don’t have a problem with writing
“deep” things. I’ve never worried about someone reading my journal and
blackmailing for the rest of my life. Since elementary, I’ve kept a few diaries
and journals and looking back at them I laugh and cry at the things that I
wrote. So I guess going for the jugular wasn’t hard for me… or so I thought. I
started to notice during those ten minutes of writing continuously a lot of
thoughts come to your mind, A LOT. Including thoughts that can be scary and
have never left your mind, meaning they come around once in a while. I took the
liberty of reading a few of my entries and I noticed there was always this one
thought that kept appearing in almost every entry. It was a personal
issue that I kept avoiding because I thought that writing it or talking about
it made it official. I was in denial and I thought that writing it made it …
real. This pattern continued for a while until I decided, in one entry, to just
go for it; go for the jugular, right? I wrote it down and I realized that by
doing that I wasn’t making it more real than it already was. Writing it down
helped me accept it and move on. I can say that this happened to me with a few
avoidable thoughts and writing them down helped me move on in a healthy
way.
As of my writing environment I can definitely say I
am a night owl. I found that during the night is were my thoughts flow more
easily and also is when I am more willing to write. I tried composing in the
mornings but I was always too tired or too late to do it. This journal made me
understand the power of writing. It also helped me comprehend how many issues we
avoid daily and how unhealthy it is to do it. This journal wasn’t just an
assignment it was a journey. I am sure I will continue writing in my journal
and I am curious as to what other “truths” I will uncover of myself. If you
don't keep a journal I invite to do so. You'd be surprised of how much you can
learn about yourself with just a paper and pen.
