start journaling and strengthen your writing muscles

what is journal writing?

in fits and starts

OVER THE YEARS, at the beginning of each year, full of motivation and fresh New Year’s resolutions, I’d start journaling. Hoping, this time, to make it a habit. But I’d peter out after a week or two, every time. 

I’ve petered out enough times over the years so that I’ve accumulated a collection of soft-covered journals. Pretty ones in different colors. All bought—with good intentions—at the end of each year at a Michael’s fall sale. The one with the cute sloth on the cover I bought as a joke. I’m a little slothy (slow-moving), what can I say? But, like all the others in the pile, its pages remained empty too.

Journals

I really, really did want to keep a journal. So why the friction, or the forgetting? 

IT WAS MIDYEAR (2023) when I remembered, again, that I’d forgotten to write anything in that colorful little journal of mine; except for those few entries back in January. 

Maybe writing by hand, pen to paper, wasn’t the way (for me) to journal? I’ve always used a word processor to write, so why was I journaling on paper? Though I do love those soft-covered journals, especially the one with the sloth on it. 

Maybe I just had nothing to write? Not possible; there are always thoughts swirling in my head that I’d like to get rid of. Maybe I just wasn’t doing it right? 

That June (2023), I hit refresh on my New Year’s resolution and started journaling, again. 

starting again 

JUNE 18, 2023. I wrote my first journal entry in the DayOne app.

And then? 

I kept writing, journaling. 

And then? 

By September, I was in a groove. My entries were growing longer. My writing muscles were growing stronger. I showed up every morning. This was my chosen writing time when I sat with my coffee, opened the app and started writing. 

Whether thumb-typing the words or dictating them, I was learning to let my thoughts, ideas, dreams, memories, experiences flow—good, bad, ugly, whatever!

a new routine 

Almost every morning, I spill it. Not my coffee, but my guts, how I’m feeling, my thoughts, deep or shallow, it doesn’t matter. I can complain, spew my emotions, list things I want to do, or go back and check off things I’ve done. I can bitch about those people I’m angry at, or lament those people I miss.

In my journal-writing practice, I’ve gotten into some pretty deep conversations. Sometimes with myself, that voice inside, and sometimes I write dialogue with the dead (wow, that sounds like a title for my next post). 

journaling wrap-up

  • How easy it is to add a thought. Anytime, anywhere, I can grab my phone and write. 
  • I can tag entries so they’re easy to find when I want to take a look back and see/remember something. 
  • I can include images and photos in my journal. 

And WOW, have I got some NatGeo level pics to show you (below)! Along with some examples I wanted to share with you from past journal entries.👇

metamorphosis

Oct 2023. The very hungry stick caterpillar who ate every leaf on my little avocado tree.

journal entries (2023)

This is who ate my avocado tree!
Oct 7, 2023. Holy crap! It’s a stick caterpillar. I actually saw him eating! He’s taken a few days to finish off the leaves. 😩

Day 3 in the jar 🐛
Oct 10, 2023. Will it become a moth? Something is going on, or am I just staring at a dead caterpillar in a jar? We’ll see. 🤨

Day 6 in a jar 🐛
Oct 13, 2023. The caterpillar has burrowed in and disappeared into the dirt. It’s either dead, or transitioning and one day I’ll find a moth in the jar. 

Still no moth yet
Oct 22, 2023. Day 15. Nothing happening in that jar. Watching with patience. 🐛

moth

Caterpillar in jar 🐛
Oct 27, 2023. Day 20. Still waiting. Things in the jar still look the same. No sign of life. We’ll see…

Caterpillar … MOTH!! 🐛
Nov 2, 2023. 26 days and found this in the jar this morning. 

Removed the cover and the moth and I stared at each other for a while. Can’t fly yet, wings not ready for take off.

The moth is gone 🐛
Nov 3, 2023. After finding it in the jar yesterday morning, taking pics, leaving it outside, jar open, it finally left. Maybe sometime in the night? How cool was that experience? 

metamorphosed

FOR THE LAST SEVENTEEN MONTHS I’ve been keeping a journal. It’s a habit now.

Wanna strengthen your writing muscles? Try journaling. With a little patience, after about 26 days (wink wink 🐛—>🦋), you should start feeling the results. And, you’ll look even more fabulous in those comfy sweatpants you’ve been dying to wear!

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  1. merles1212's avatar merles1212 says:

    Dee, I finally read this. I am way behind as the book launch approaches. It was great, and I’m glad you wrote it. Love the caterpillar photos!

    Hope all is well. Merle

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    1. Deanna's avatar Deanna says:

      Thank you! I’m excited for you. The big day’s almost here. 😀

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