I started keeping a journal when I was about ten years old. It was very old school and pre-teen-private with a little lock and key on the side. I think Anne Frank was my original inspiration for keeping a journal; I loved her words. In high school my writing teacher had us start each class with fifteen minutes of stream of consciousness writing. This seemed like a dream come true for me: I could write/gush about my how much I loved my boyfriend and not get in trouble. (Ha!) At the time, the art of the journaling process was a bit lost on me but it eventually clicked. The ability to write my thoughts--uncensored & unjudged--is a huge gift and it brings me insight, clarity, a light, airy happiness and peace.

I haven't been consistent with my writing--but that's OK; my journal is always there, ready to help me process things, discover passions, desires, appreciation, relieve stress...and ironically: help me get out of my head. :) It's all within us, patiently waiting.


 
That's my little journal, pen ready. I joke with my sister that Anthropologie even owns my thoughts because that's where I buy my journals. I find it inviting to write in something pretty, but sometimes I write on a napkin or receipt and tuck it in the pages later. Whatever your process, enjoy the loveliness.

Thank you to Davina Fear who reminded me of the beauty of journaling.