Are we having fun yet?
So often journaling is portrayed as something like flossing your teeth – you know you should do it, but who really wants to?
If writing in a journal is seen as a chore or a necessary way to plumb the psyche, it’s not going to work. At least for me. Even when exploring sad or painful issues, writing to myself seems to bring a glimmer of peace, a lightness of spirit.
Instead, I think of journaling as one of my happy places. On the page, I am free to be skittish, silly, scattered, goofy – whatever the mood calls for. At its core, the soul is light hearted.
Exercise: What would make journaling fun? Answer this question in a one page brainstorming freewrite.