Keeping a journal is a habit I have had for the last fifteen years. It all began thanks to Natalie Goldberg’s amazing Writing Down the Bones.
That book gave me the confidence to just write, not edit, not be a self-critic, but just write. It was freeing and marked a before and after in my creative life.
The thing about a journal is that it requires time. That’s the value.
I had the opportunity to read a journal entry from exactly 7 years ago today, my 28th birthday. I was going through a difficult time. I remember it well.
Since then, things have turned around. My hopes have been vindicated by experience, and it is comfort to look back and look at the growth.
Even then, in those dark hours, I wrote words that sustained me, that showed my hope, that brought me peace. Maybe I was convincing myself that everything was going to be okay. Maybe I was making sure it would be.
The beauty of a journal is that it allows you to look back and see just how far you have come.