Journals, Contemplation, and Insanity

For five and a half months I was perfect at one thing…journaling. I never missed a day. Then, as I was re-prioritizing my day’s activities, I decided I was spending too much time on the computer, too much time thinking about writing, and too much time indulging the many Internet distractions that come with sitting in front of the glowing screen. This left me little time for the other pressing obligations I can’t avoid.

I restructured my goal knowing (and fearing) the very strong likelihood I would stop writing all together. I mean, if you don’t set the precedence to write every day, then how often do you write? Once a week is far too seldom to ever delve into weightier matters, every other day is inconvenient especially if the said day to write is already way overbooked. So what is left? Write whenever you have the time? Guess how often that really ends up being?

It’s been only about two weeks without more than two journal entries. Not long…yet, but the yearning to write is there and getting stronger. You see, it’s not the writing that I miss so much; it’s the meditating and organizing of my thoughts that I realize I need!

Writing requires contemplation, and with that contemplation comes realization and understanding. So much in my head right now is swirling. I need to write about it just to still the current, to catch my breath, so to speak.

And so for my sanity’s sake, I think I might take up the torch again and try to keep it burning bright---with only maybe a few dim days. Summer is upon us after all, and my personal time will be at an all-time low.

Hmm…I remember when summer was my favorite time of year. Now, I’m not entirely sure.