The first Friday of every month, Dawn Paoletta graciously provides a linkup for journal-keepers to bravely share something from their personal journals: RJD, Random Journal Day. RJD has become more RJW, Random Journal Weekend, which suits me wonderfully, especially in the summer, when I find it harder to keep up with blogging, and even my normally daily journaling gets more sporadic. Thank you, Dawn, for this week’s linky, and the prompt it gives me to share my latest journaling direction…
From my present journal’s first entry:
July 25, 2015
I bought this journal in a flash… because of its appeal on many levels: the ring binding, my favorite for journaling flat, for adding clippings and photos, for being able to tear out pages without destroying the binding; the fatness, to satisfy my written verbosity; even the color, I’m guessing, which surprises me (I never liked chartreuse, but this fresh spring green, I think it symbolizes fresh start); and not least, its “title”: RETHINK. Because that is what I have been doing, and what I want to do a lot more through the rest of this year.
I want—I think I need—to recycle my thoughts and suppositions of the past several decades, and what better place than in a 100% recycled-paper journal? Nice clean white paper, for recycled, too, isn’t it? That’s what I want to do with my past thoughts: clear them up, clean out the dirty deceptions and cluttered confusions, run it all through the new insights and understandings I have gained in recent months and years.
I may use this particular physical journal solely for this purpose, and record regular journaling of the day-to-day elsewhere—unless it somehow serves to recycle my thinking anew. Maybe that’s why I bought the bright tangerine Moleskine as well, along with the three-pack of Moleskine pocket pads. One of those rests in my back jeans pocket right now. I want always to carry one with me, along with a pen. I’d also like to get a tiny recorder, so I can record my “talkings to myself,” which can run faster than my writing, and thereby capture more of my fleeting thoughts.
All this because one of the things I’m rethinking is my “dreams” and “gifts” and “bents”—on the theory that it’s never too late to recycle them. They got largely trashed in my life, but look at the new whiteness and usefulness of this recycled notebook! Rather an encouraging symbolism for me.
Specifically I’ve been rethinking my writing—or better put, the rightful place and role of writing in my life. Then I want to relive it, in a more effective, confident, and empowered way, by God’s grace and enablement.
So God bless this ReJournal, and my hopeful ReLife!