To journal
In my daily reads I like to find the things that seem to speak to a thing I do not for the reasons influencers tell me but because it’s something I must do in spite of what they all say. I was reading this wonderful post about journaling. I think Greg has hit the thing squarely. When I look at my daily journals they are things which have no real focus. No drive. Perhaps no rationale and rational meaning. They are. They just are.
When I try to change to some other way of doing it, it’s like this wall goes up and a silent voice says,
no. That’s not the way of it.
So instead I just go. Day to day. It becomes this landing pad and this factory and a complaint and happiness and doubt machine. It’s all the things that come alone with me on my walk. In bed at 5am writing on some arbitrary thing on the iPhone. When it becomes something to measure or count it fails at being the truly quixotic and irrational thing it needs to be. I lose out by thinking bullets work or I should not say it again when it’s just what comes.
Thanks Greg.