Once again, I have waited far too long to write. I always forget the therapeutic power of writing. There is a certain beauty about being able to release thoughts and emotions, without anyone or anything interrupting them. You are able to put into words exactly what is going through your mind. Sometimes, when someone is standing right in front of you, it’s not as easy to express things in the same way you can when they are written, or typed. Although I do miss the days where I would long for nothing more, but the moment when I would open my locker, and a neatly folded note would fall to my feet. I can still feel that moment, my heart fluttering. Whether it was from my friend, or a boy, it made me feel excited nonetheless.
Since we are going down this path, I have to say, I prefer the ways of communication from when I was in high school; Notes, letters, and phone calls. It was exciting, spontaneous, and included much more effort then the way we communicate today. I guess I’ve always been enamored with the art of writing. The human mind can express a multitude of emotions, memories, and thoughts when presented with the correct setting and atmosphere. When you write, you can go back and edit, you can read over what you just wrote, and enhance it. Spoken words cannot be changed. This is the true beauty of writing! You can work on it until you feel that it fully expresses what you feel; It’s just amazing.
I still have a box of journals somewhere in my parents’ attic, with about two dozen completely filled journals. For a few years, every single day of my life was basically recorded. It astounds me how my love for writing started at such an early age. Basically at the age of 12, I started writing every single night. Sometimes I think I should do that again! I had all sorts of journals and diaries. Some even had a lock and key! Going to the store with my parents to buy a new journal was something I looked forward to so much! Even until this day, I have a planner, and it ends up being sort of like a journal. It really eases the mind.
I know this entry is random, but I have a lot of things going on in my mind at the moment, and I actually thought this entry was going to be about something completely different! Funny how the mind wanders where it pleases. After I have written something, I honestly cannot wait to go back and read it. I know that sounds strange, but my own thoughts and entries make me smile, laugh, and even tear up sometimes. I feel the same way when I do hair, when I cook, or do any of my many and always changing passions. It’s like taking a step back and thinking, “hmm, I did that? Not bad Jen.. not bad at all.” After all, amidst all of our efforts to remain modest and humble, sometimes we just need to be proud of ourselves, right?
Thank you for taking the time to read my entry, it means the world.