Hey Fool.
You ever look through old photos of yourself and cringe?
Imagine being able to see the thoughts that went along with youthful cringy you, that’s the exact perk of journaling. If you possess that natural, “I’m the shit” attitude, nothing humble-pies you like journaling.
I’ve now crossed the one year mark of writing and publishing every single day. What started out as something with no expectation, has slowly transformed into the best tool for strengthening my relationship with myself and bettering my own mind.
I believe what we’re all after is a better way to live, but we look for this in all the wrong places. You don’t need a role model, you need a mental model.
Without something to track and guide us, we spend our entire lives chasing our own tails. My journals are all the same with the only distinguisher being dated differently, but the “struggle” is repetitive.
Until now….
Only now am I not after what I longed for my entire life, and why? I got better of it when I realized it was delusion, it was just suffering from my imagination, and best of all: It wasn’t real.
You have this. We all have some form of this.
But only you can know where it is, and to do that you have to track yourself. You need to write. Writing is capturing photos of your thoughts– If you want to get ahead, and unstuck from your own loop– you need THIS compass.
There’s no right way to do it. Just start.
I started with letters to myself, where I’d ask questions, write my own feelings, and give myself a space to be openly curious about myself.
That’s all you’re doing with this– allowing yourself to get to know yourself.
It’s the best thing you’ll ever do for your mind.
#Writeitoff
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