I was recently asked to a journaling class by one of my mentors Carol Kapaun – Ratchenski. I thought why would I need a class like that? I can easily pour out my thoughts. Yes there goes my ego again. In fact my mind is always in such a whirl; always thinking of what I need to write about or this chore I have to get done. Thankfully something in me told me I needed to go. Well I thought this would be the perfect “Me” time for a couple of hours on this sunny Saturday afternoon.
I excitedly went to this class not knowing what I would discover; yet having this feeling in the pit of my stomach I would unearth something big that day. Walking into the room I felt the sacredness of the space and the warmth of the women around. What a perfect place I thought to forget about my responsibilities and just rediscover myself again and the lost art of journaling.
The day started with Carol leading us through some fast little exercises warming us up for the next few hours to come. As she gave us tips and little props to use I was amazed at the information that poured out of me. Not only did I discover some answers to things I had wondered about. It also showed me I can just sit for five minutes or more if I so choose and discover things about myself. Or maybe it is to find little things to be grateful for in the day, dreams that may have died, long forgotten favorite memories or even just to unload the “ick” that may be dragging me down.
I will say I am so grateful for going to that class and the things I learned that day; not only about me but about the lost art of journaling. I came out of there feeling refreshed and renewed for the day. Too often we forget about these simple little things that can ground and give us peace. And what an easy gift to give ourselves that doesn’t cost any money. So the next time you find yourself with a moment to spare pull out that pen and paper, yes I do love the old fashioned way, and pour out your thoughts. You will be amazed at what you find out and how therapeutic it can be.