I find that the act of writing down my thoughts provides clarity to my thinking that is seldom found in the at-times cyclonic thinking of my mind. My mind-storm quiets as I let the thoughts flow out of my head, down my arm, through the pen in my hand into the pages of my journal. The temptation is to stay in the storm.
The privilege of returning to my journal, my written words, days, weeks, or even years later allows me to recognize growth that would otherwise seem lost.
The only regret I have about my writing is that I did not do more of it “yesterday”.
A couple of months ago, my daughter advised me to “Write for yourself, Dad. Express what is in YOUR heart, not what you think other people want or need to hear.”
“Who is that woman, and how did she get so wise?”