The only reason I know today’s date is because my journal tells me so. If I were to miss a day of writing, I would be living one day behind everyone else.
“Do you really write 1,000 words a day?,” a friend asked me recently. “I write that before the sun comes up,” I answered half annoyed because I was telling the truth. “I’m not very good so I need the practice.”
She made me really question how I start my multiple word mornings. It’s always with a date, and always one day at a time. And sometimes, it makes me feel like life is a storm soaring overhead – big, loud, and moving so fast I can’t keep up.
For me, writing in a journal is lots of things; good practice, thought organization, event documentation, and most of all – it’s swimming.
Whenever the date makes me want to find a closet and cower between coats more than grab a pen and I write, I flip back and read what I wrote yesterday, and last week, and last month. When I’m the most scared, and often the most bitter, when I have been feeling that familiar pain in my gut telling me “your better than this,” is whenever my journal looks like I’m just surviving. Like I have lost the way and will to thrive.
Keeping a journal is a way for me too keep my head in situations that make others lose theirs. Or, it lets me know where my head really is. Most of the time, it’s shoved firmly up my own butt, and it’s the selfishness suffocating me. The rest of the time, it’s shoved up everyone else’s worrying way to much about what they think of me. This doesn’t work either because it’s just another version of selfish.
My journal shows me the difference between swimming in life’s ocean, or just treading water in it.
If your like me, treading water makes your skin crawl. It feels like you can see the shore, but getting there means trying and trying may mean dying. So, we expend as little energy as possible, tread, and pray someone finds us.
There’s multiple methods to make more swimmers, but for me it’s journaling. For you it could be painting, singing or sculpting.
When I get scared of the shore, or when I think swimming is too expensive, my journal becomes a great white shark in the ocean with me. It’s just the scare I need to make me keep swimming. It’s the motivation to be more than a story about a guy who is awesome at staying in the same place.
AMRAP 10 Minutes
1-Push press 100/155
1-Push jerk 100/155
1-Split jerk 100/155
AMRAP 10 Minutes
Hold paleo chair for (10) minutes.
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