The Importance Of My Keeping A Journal
It was in the late sixties
I started keeping a journal. It was a pivotal point in my life. Forty years ago I knew my emotions were
frozen. I could not cry. I did not know how I felt at any moment. I was deeply depressed.
My journal was a start. It gave me somewhere to go safely. It was my only outlet (outside of sports)
at the time. My writings back then were not that good. I poured out my depressed feelings.
Eventually some of my entries became poems and even got published. That was the furthest thing from my mind
when I started.
At some point years later I made an important shift:
instead of accenting the negative I started writing more and more about the positive in my life.
I never would have got there if I had not written first about all the things that were bothering me.
At some point I started recording the humorous things that happened around me. It became another
way to diffuse the “craziness” I saw.
I found out decades later I liked making people laugh
at open mikes. And I wrote more and more funny poems.
None of this would have not happened if
I did not start journalling in the late sixties. Now my blogs have almost replaced my journal. Though
entries in my journal still trickle in.