I saw a post on a lovely blog by a gifted aspiring writer who decided she was going to take on the challenge of keeping a diary for a certain amount of time.
A few weeks ago, I spent a day reading old notebooks and journals – some were only half-full, some had only had a few scrawled pages. It was a fascinating journey. I was able to catch a glimpse of my own life from a new perspective. I re-visited forgotten moments and discovered new stories in the midst of my past. I was able to purge moments of my life and use them to fill the gaps of half-written projects. I uncovered springboards to new stories in the scribble of my own words.
Our journals are stories waiting to be released. They are the curator of our lives. They allow us to breathe new life into future stories through our own experience. No matter how full or empty your pages may be, there just might be a hidden jewel waiting to be extracted.