There is power in keeping a journal — fresh ideas, solutions to problems, historical records for what happened on a day and year in question. Or it can be simply a shout box, a place to vent rather than taking it out on your spouse or partner.
Journals come in many forms — handwritten with a pen or pencil, hammered out on a manual typewriter, typed on a computer keyboard, entered into an electronic tablet, or even tapped into a smart phone. It’s all up to the individual and the generation in which you grew. During the past twenty-five years I’ve tried them all with the exception of the smart phone, but I’ve always returned to the paper and pencil. My pencil always finds the word portal. The larger notebooks provide more blank space, but the smaller ones fit nicely in a motorcycle tank bag.
You don’t have anything to say? Sure you do. That’s how you lead off, “I don’t really have anything on my mind.” It’s amazing how often that primes the word pump. Who do you write to? Everyone has an Aunt Myrtle, in the flesh or otherwise. I do, and I’ve poured my heart out to this broadminded lady more than a few times.
Some folks have more to say than others. I recall a few years back when a University of Oregon professor passed away and willed his daily journal to the School of Journalism. He had purchased his typewriter paper in ten-ream boxes, and as he finished a page he returned it to the box from which it came. The graduate students who fetched his journal did so with a U-Haul truck.
Give it a shot.