Diary or journal? You can read about it in yesterday’s pedantic posturing that pulled apart the differences between a journal and a diary. Here’s the short version … diaries are a log of events and record less meaningful information and journals on the other hand brim over with our thoughts (fabulous and extraordinary) and can be cathartic as we get things off our chest. Now that it is clear in my mind I can move away from what goes in this book and what goes in that notebook. A teacher who greatly affected my learning once said: “You have to know the rules before you can break them.”
In support of my teacher’s advice here’s a comment from someone who fessed up to working outside the box (which is, after all, what creativity is all about, no?).
My “journal’ has always been a mix of diary and journal as you define them. I suppose the definition of each can be pretty broad too. (Who owns the comments.)
Whether we log events, spend time scanning our souls, being annoyed or excited about elements of our lives, the important thing is that somewhere, somehow they are recorded.
My journal is a place of safety that helps me weather the storms as misery pours out and reminders of high times stabilises the shifting sands beneath my feet. It is also a place to return to for inspiration. I know I’ve jotted down all manner of interesting things that will one day come in handy (for a blog post) or some useful quilting, writing or journalling technique that I’ll rediscover at just the right moment. Those jottings have been the inspiration I needed in times of brain funk.
The pages hold the successes and achievements of the past. With encouragement being the scant commodity it is we must be able to encourage ourselves and in those times our journal can be the source of comfort. As it sits on the table, it quietly holds our vulnerability, our joy and those elements are recorded in our handwriting along with our feelings.
What can be more personal? Your thoughts in your handwriting in your place of safety … in your journal.
It takes effort to become aware of our own staggering and limitless abilities. It takes effort to become enthusiastic over cause or an occupation. it takes effort to continue when our result- as well as our friends- tell us to give up trying. it takes effort to learn to love ourselves above all others, especially when we are so consciously aware of our failures, doubts, and tragedies. It does NOT take effort to fail. -Jim Rohn