I am trying to be more disciplined.
I haven't written on this blog in awhile.
In some ways, I've been floating through my life. But saying that is a bit of a disservice since I've been engaged in day to day adventures-- some extraordinary, some joy filled, and some adventures that bring to mind my shadow's existence. But I haven't felt inspired to note any of the aforementioned on anything other than in the annals of recorded memory. Of course there's a good chance that in the annals of recorded memory, I'd have a hard time extracting said memories but then part of me believes that if I needed to, I would be able to extract what was being called upon.
I used to journal somewhat religiously. In my possession, I have several journals filled to the brim with thoughts comprised over the years. And, to be perfectly honest, every once in awhile, I look at the notebooks and feel I want to burn them. Primarily because those journals were not being kept for public consumption. They were a place for me to work through thoughts briefly housed during a specific period in time. In fact, it was so time specific, I can't say when last i picked up an old journal just to see where I was or how far I've come since it's genesis.
I suppose that exercise would be interesting--bringing up feelings akin to those one might associate with looking through old pictures. But I'm still not convinced that holding on to them serves a greater purpose. And I think that is part of the reason I've been lax in keeping up with the journaling.
That being said, I feel I must continue to write and be better disciplined in the exercise of writing since the practice can only help me in my chosen profession as a writer. And what better way to practice than to journal? Ahh, the irony ;)