Thursday, 18 March 2021

730 things — Day 7 of 365

 Today's is another, "When will I ever learn? I should be able to do better than this", moment.

Journals. From time to time I am seduced into purchasing a journal because other people convincingly recommend journalling as an Essential Practice for powerfully improving life.

It doesn't work for me. People write down all the deep stuff about their interpersonal relationships in their journals, don't they? I mean, jeepers, I'd never sleep at night if I thought for one minute all that remained extant in written form. What if I died? Who might read it? No way.

But every now and then I get embroiled in a course someone's teaching or similar, and am persuaded to acquire and begin a journal. I never get more than a few pages in, and then the course (or whatever it was) ends and most of the journal hasn't been written in so I feel I ought to keep it and not waste the paper. 

That's why these two journals have tagged along with me as pilgrims on the road these last few years.

Not any more. Today their secrets were immolated in a ceremonial fire. Bye bye.


GerriHultgren said...

Lol, I have a whole collection of those things...I always fancy myself filling page after page and of course I never do. I do love a pretty journal though, so I keep them and look at them and swear I never buy another one and one day one of those cuties crosses my path and it comes home with me. Sigh

Pen Wilcock said...

I know! They're so attractive, aren't they! There's a Thich Nhat Hanh one I absolutely love, with sayings of his and his calligraphy, all so gorgeously Zen, and every time I come across it for sal online I have to have a "Sep away from the computer" moment. x