I miss writing. Don’t you? I don’t know but I think I’ve been writing since grade school. I can’t claim to be a good one but I like to write out my feelings or thoughts.
Hehe…I kept a filler for my poems when I was young. It’s around here somewhere in my room. I remember it had Fido Dido on its cover.
I also remember having my poem published in a special edition of Grader’s Gazette when I was in Grade 1. It was stupid. Just something I wrote for homework. It was about a frog for goodness’ sake. Haay…
Some stuff I wrote were published in The Blazon, a high school monthly magazine. Although, they were mostly prayers, a poem or two maybe and maybe a couple of my views or opinions about something. I don’t really keep track.
I bet everyone has one time or another tried to keep a diary or a journal. I have…on and off since grade school. But I really found journal writing helpful in high school. What started out as a journel for my European tour ended up as a notebook full of my favorite songs, stories, poems, and quotes. Interjected in between are my thoughts and feelings of course.
Now, I’m on my third notebook/journal since then. Haha…that’s a lot some would say especially with my very small handwriting which I believe would discourage anyone who wants to peek and read what I write.
I don’t really write everyday or every week for that matter…well sometimes I skip a month or two or three before I write another entry. There are times though that I can write several entries in several consecutive days or just in a day. True, I usually write when I’m contemplating on something or just plain ranting. But all in all, writing relaxes me. And I think it contributes to my saneness. hehehe…
Blogs are cool. Although I find that writing them and having them available online kinda makes me feel a bit uncomfortable. I can’t write certain words or names for fear that these people or other people will get to read them.
I believe journals can also be windows to one’s soul. So much is revealed in what one writes and how one writes something…words, content, sentence constriction, etc. clues other people as to who you are and how you think.
I’d like to keep some things private. Really private that I’m the only one who knows how sensitive, mean or weird I really am.
I miss writing. I wish I really had more time in between work, church, activities, and relaxation to do so. It helps me clarify my thoughts and feelings and just overall helps me to de-stress.