I missed a day in my journal. 30 lashes with a wet noodle for me.
My friend Megan says that I should write. Keep a journal to put the shit in my head down on paper. The idea being that I won't twist myself in knots with guilt / grief / worry / insecurity, if all of that shit is down on paper, instead of residing in my head.
I kind of think she's full of crap.
But, since I can't afford a shrink, with whom I could test the theory, instead my intention is to do exactly what Megan says I should do, and keep this journal as regular as possible.
Do I feel like a great weight has been lifted? No. But then again, I haven't really told you anything of great import, dear reader.
I'm considering it.
My friend Megan says that I should write. Keep a journal to put the shit in my head down on paper. The idea being that I won't twist myself in knots with guilt / grief / worry / insecurity, if all of that shit is down on paper, instead of residing in my head.
I kind of think she's full of crap.
But, since I can't afford a shrink, with whom I could test the theory, instead my intention is to do exactly what Megan says I should do, and keep this journal as regular as possible.
Do I feel like a great weight has been lifted? No. But then again, I haven't really told you anything of great import, dear reader.
I'm considering it.