Journaling: Seamlessly Slinking in Unafraid... Losing My Balance

 Journal writing is the most personal form of writing and is the most freeing as well. But lately, more often than not, I find it difficult to write because the thoughts are just out of reach. These elusive ideas, cause my frustration and anger to seep through the fragile layers of my self confidence destroying it one small layer at a time. The anger creeps in with the silence of a cat. Its movements are sleek and deliberate while quick and demanding... or it can remain hidden... just waiting for the right moment to take a quick peek from its hiding place... seamlessly slinking in unafraid. It catches me off guard and by the time I notice its entrance, I have already lost my balance.


When my journal is feeling less burdensome and lighter to carry, I feel the power of the written word. I feel strong and confident and in control. I imagine the words just flowing easily onto the pages. I look forward to sitting down with my favorite pen in my favorite writing spot. I always have a journal that is beautiful... I have a collection of journals that I have gathered over the years, with the best of intentions, to fill with my amazing and boundless flow of words. Of course there is more to writing than that but I feel energized! It is during those moments I might be on a manic high but it is usually harmless... since all I have to lose are a few pages of a journal that might now be filled with nonsensical words when later scrutinized. I start however ready to write... the world at my feet.




Just a Thought: (to myself):
"True eloquence consists of saying all that should be said, and nothing more."
 Francois De Le Rochefoucauld