"I found that there was only one way to look thin: hang out with fat people." ~ Rodney Dangerfield
I keep a journal that I write in every day. Sometimes my entries go on for pages and other times the entry might be a single sentence or a single word. Nonetheless, I write.
Tonight I had some time so I thought I would go back and look at some of the stuff that I'd written in my journal over the last few months. Sometimes I surprise myself when I go back and look at what I've written. Now, before we go any further, you need to understand that my journal is filled with the raw thought and emotion that comes out of my head. It is uncensored and it can be vicious one moment and outrageously hilarious the next. There is no restrictor plate to slow down the thought process. It is the place where good and evil collide.
So, back to tonight. I found an entry that simply read, "The mirror is my gateway to self-hatred." Ouch! I hate it when I do that to myself. I honestly don't remember why I wrote that entry but I did. There was no denying it. It was in my journal and it was written in my handwriting. And, it sounds an awful lot like something that I would say. Thankfully, the journal entry didn't end there; it went on to read, "So, how am I going to change that?" What struck me as funny is that I answer myself when I write. I never noticed that before. The entry for that day went on for some time with me having this dialog with myself. But let's not forget where we were heading...
Journaling is my therapy. It helps me deal with the world as I continue on my life's journey. A few year's ago, I would have stopped with the self-hatred part but now I go searching for something that gives me hope. What I've come to understand is that sometimes there are wounds that never show on a body. Sometimes they are deeper and more hurtful than anything that bleeds. Over the years, writing has helped me to face the monsters that once wreaked havoc on me and my family.
On a lighter note, I found another entry in my journal that read, "I could have used a Snickers today." I'll let you use your imagination about what prompted that one.
I think it is safe to say that not everything that I write ends up on Planet Kirby. You can thank me later. For now, I'll just stick to the lighter side of the stuff that comes charging out of my Kirbyoblongata. It's more fun that way and besides, for me, next to writing, laughter is the best medicine.
Be Well.
Bill
I keep a journal that I write in every day. Sometimes my entries go on for pages and other times the entry might be a single sentence or a single word. Nonetheless, I write.
Tonight I had some time so I thought I would go back and look at some of the stuff that I'd written in my journal over the last few months. Sometimes I surprise myself when I go back and look at what I've written. Now, before we go any further, you need to understand that my journal is filled with the raw thought and emotion that comes out of my head. It is uncensored and it can be vicious one moment and outrageously hilarious the next. There is no restrictor plate to slow down the thought process. It is the place where good and evil collide.
So, back to tonight. I found an entry that simply read, "The mirror is my gateway to self-hatred." Ouch! I hate it when I do that to myself. I honestly don't remember why I wrote that entry but I did. There was no denying it. It was in my journal and it was written in my handwriting. And, it sounds an awful lot like something that I would say. Thankfully, the journal entry didn't end there; it went on to read, "So, how am I going to change that?" What struck me as funny is that I answer myself when I write. I never noticed that before. The entry for that day went on for some time with me having this dialog with myself. But let's not forget where we were heading...
Journaling is my therapy. It helps me deal with the world as I continue on my life's journey. A few year's ago, I would have stopped with the self-hatred part but now I go searching for something that gives me hope. What I've come to understand is that sometimes there are wounds that never show on a body. Sometimes they are deeper and more hurtful than anything that bleeds. Over the years, writing has helped me to face the monsters that once wreaked havoc on me and my family.
On a lighter note, I found another entry in my journal that read, "I could have used a Snickers today." I'll let you use your imagination about what prompted that one.
I think it is safe to say that not everything that I write ends up on Planet Kirby. You can thank me later. For now, I'll just stick to the lighter side of the stuff that comes charging out of my Kirbyoblongata. It's more fun that way and besides, for me, next to writing, laughter is the best medicine.
Be Well.
Bill
