I have shared on more than one occasion that I see my writing as glorified journaling.
My journaling started with a blue, wide-ruled Mead notebook back in fourth grade. Throughout my youth and teenage years, my journal was my confidante, and I shared my most pressing problems and important thoughts. When I read those thoughts now, they seem trivial and immature. That is because I have grown. But those feelings were an important part of my growth.
The glory in writing lies as much in the future reading of it as much as in the experience of writing it. My journals are time capsules to emotions and memories that are long gone.
Reading that writing allows me to bear witness to me again. In the writing process, I feel seen and heard even though no one is there beside me. Reading it much later on shows me where I’ve been and how growth is very much part of the journey.
A daily practice challenges the person who creates on “inspiration.” We have to mother everyday, and ultimately, it is the daily grind that gives us perspective, clarity and the “high’s” of motherhood. I am exploring if the same happens when I write everyday on the topics that normally light me up – motherhood, self-development, healing and creating. Sign up here to receive those thought nuggets in your inbox on the daily.