I think this is going to be my last post on instagram as part of the project 50 journaling series.
I now enjoy journaling. Sitting down and writing down an event, a thought or an idea, exploring it, thinking through it feels amazing and irreplaceable now.
I’m kind of starting to get why there are so many books. Writing feels freaking amazing and does wonders for one’s mental state. You’re missing out if you’re not consistently journaling, I promise you that.
But in the spirit of reducing friction, putting up my journals on insta is ending. One major daily anxiety trigger for me is having to find an image for the insta post. I’m doing this cause I want to journal, not make pictures, insta seems like a ridiculous choice of a platform. But I guess it’s the one I’m used to the most and that’s why I chose it.
So I’m not abandoning the challenge, I haven’t broken a single rule in 22 days and it feels exhilarating, there’s no way I’m giving up now, I’ll continue journaling, but will put it up only on my blog.
One thing that I thought would give me anxiety, but had the opposite effect is actually sharing my private thoughts and emotions. Like being 100% open and transparent. It ended up being liberating. All of my darkest corners are completely open and I have nothing to hide. I embrace my past, and don’t shy away from it.
Even though I don’t believe in a grand design and am a firm believer in chaos theory of evolution (and with that the whole universe)… I still believe that everything that happens is ultimately good. However we are usually too focused on our own experience, too attached in our personal perspective and inconsiderate of the millions of other points of view that are not our own and thus are “of lesser importance” to us.
I like me. My past — good and bad — formed me and shaped who I am today. How can it truly be bad if it worked out pretty well?
I leave you with the latest book I’m reading, so far it’s been a little too dry and technical for my taste, but it has a lot of useful stuff in it, so I might have to re-read it a few times to get it to stick.
