…that is the modern-day question.
I used to be an avid journal writer. In fact, it’s been my end of the year tradition for quite some time to purchase the next year’s journal. I have a collection of them starting with the first I wrote after moving to the US all the way to the current. They chronicle the major events of my life as well as the day-to-day. They’re truly like reading an autobiography.
This year’s journal, though, is not even half filled. Blogging has largely taken the place of journalling for me, and I’m not sure that’s a good thing. On the other hand, journalling has become almost traumatic these days. Writing in my private journal, I force myself to look deeply into my mind and assess all of those pesky little fears and emotions banging about in there. Last night I tried to journal. After about a paragraph, I stopped abruptly and wrote that I was getting triggered.
Blogging has been an amazing experience so far, and I intend to keep pounding away at my laptop. I just find it curious how blogging seems to have changed my journalling so radically.