My Life is a Blank Page
I just realized that I have a collection of blank journals in a variety of sizes. One of them is well used,...the others are not. I don't know why I feel the need to collect them, if I'm not going to use them. Kinda silly. Maybe there's some psychosis linked to this collecting. For the record, it's not obsessive/compulsive behavior,....I don't have a closest stacked to the ceiling with blank journals or diaries. I do have four in my office. I just brought a new one from home today. What's this fascination? Am I trying to achieve a look? Am I trying to be something that I'm not? Do I think that if I surround myself with these empty pages that I will possibly be inspired to write something brilliant,....or for that matter write at all or maybe sketch something? You know, I think I am afraid to write in them. Maybe if I make a mark in each of them that will suffice in "priming the pump" and I will begin to utilize them.
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For way too many years, starting in high school and lasting beyond my college days, I kept a journal. I used to say that I gave it up when I met and married my wife, suddenly my angst was lifted and I found that I had nothing about which to write. Of course, 17 years into our marriage the proverbial honeymoon is long since over, yet I only rarely sit and write down my thoughts the way I once did. I, too, have stacks of empty blank books. Potential journals whose literary life is yet to be realized. Perhaps my blog has taken the place of a journal. But somehow it isn't the same. I mean a blog is viewed (potentially) by the world, by anyone. A journal is written for you and you alone. Thanks for bringing up this topic. Perhaps I'll dust off one of those blank books and write down my angst -- or if there's no ansgt maybe it's time to look inside for something new to say. Blog on.
Jay
only a few times have i had to fabricate angst,...most of the time it's tapping me on the shoulder. i think happiness is sometimes boring.
Greg,
Thanks for making it so I can respond without my own blog page! The journal article spoke to me; since I have kept one for going on 25 years! But I can't say my journaling is really the thoughts of my inner soul. I've had too many prying eyes over the years, and now they just think my life is too boring to want to read about it. I guess it probably is. But don't let that stop you from starting the habit. It is great discipline.
Love "U2",
Norma
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