"If you don't write it down, it doesn't exist." —Linda Ginzel
I used to do a lot of journaling. Even as recently as a couple of years ago, I'd write almost daily – certainly at least weekly – jotting down ideas, impressions, emotions, and the like as the mood took me. I wasn't really trying to keep a biographical record or preserve ideas or anything of the sort. It's more that the act of writing helped me process my thoughts, helped declutter my mind.
Since my lapse, I've done all the same things – thinking, feeling, living – but without writing, it's not processed as deeply. Listen and hear, look and see, passive and purposeful are pairs. So too experience and reflect?
This is my remedy. My resolution: to slow down and reflect. Maybe I'll muse on books I've read, or things I've seen, or people I've met – or maybe I'll just tend to my mind's gardens. Here's to beginnings.
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