I
journal.
Perhaps once every two or three days I will sit in my haunt
and spill out my heart for half an hour or so. I started this habit on December
21st of 2011, and have never stopped, for many reasons,
but above all, because writing with my fingers clears the mess in my
head. Also, because I love stories, and mine are the ones I often
forget. I can't forget them now that they are written down. And
I get to watch myself grow, and even though that is often a
humiliating thing to watch, it is still rewarding. You learn from
every mistake if you take note of it.
The best part of journalling is being able to read it over and over and over again. Here are some of the things that arrest my attention when I flip through the pages of old notebooks.
December
21st, 2011
"Today
was beautiful. I went to the Ks to help N out with her mum's
surprise birthday afternoon tea. We ended up going to the park by
their house and taking photos. That girl has such a gift. Some of the
photos look so incredible. The lighting, the angle,
everything...spectacular."
January
4th, 2012
"Today,
lying on the trampoline, looking up at the sky, it hit me that I am
alive."
January
26th, 2012
"I
refuse to believe that my lungs and the air they breath, my hands and
feet, and the blood that shows itself when we're cut is just part of
some accident that mistakenly reminds us every day that WE ARE
ALIVE."
February
10th, 2012
"In
a breath, we are worth nothing. Then Jesus died for us. All of a
sudden, Jesus' infinite worth became ours, and we are now the most
worthy beings in the universe."
April
8th, 2012
"
...I should say what I'm going to say as if I were speaking to the
mirror. Without malice, but with complete assertion and respect. It's
hard. It cut like a knife; I feel awful. But God is faithful. I
didn't strike out this time. God tugged at my heart, and I replied
with a simple "okay"."
May
20th, 2012
"The
poor thing. Daddy pulled up the car, and he and I got out and ran
back to it. The creature was lying on the side of the road where it
had rolled itself. Some other guy had seen it and ran over. Another
guy pulled up. No one knew whose it was, but it was still in complete
agony. The poor cat twitched and shook, and I stroked him 'til he
died."
September
9th, 2012
"The
spring air is beautiful. I am sitting on the front step with my
coffee and journal, and just feeling that beautiful breeze on my
face. The bubblegum flowers have bloomed, and their scent is washing
over the place. Oh how divine. I am sure that Heaven will have a
heightened form of that smell somewhere in its infinite reaches."
September
20th, 2012
"I
thought I was kind of over him, I'd moved on, stopped hurting myself,
I guess, and then I saw him again[...] You see? The heart wants and
the mind justifies."
October
8th, 2012
"Last
night was pretty incredible. I sat down at the piano, and was praying
for inspiration to come when an idea came into my head. I took it out
on the piano and it sounded good. I put my voice to it and it sounded
better. I got out my music recorder and started playing. It was
beautiful. I really really really liked it. I finished, and just as I
did, Dad said the most brilliant thing, 'Is that yours?' and when I
answered yes, his mouth dropped, and he couldn't say a word for a
couple of moments. I couldn't stop laughing. It is the best feeling
to be mistaken for a pro."
November
18th, 2012
"Marvellous.
I was so stupidly flooded with weakness that I couldn't hold the
coffee cups, almost put a tablespoon of coffee grounds into a mug,
and spilt the eventually-made coffee all down my leg."
December
13th, 2012
"Christmas.
Mmmm. It is in the air so romantically, so Miracle-On-34th-Streetly
that I am calm and excited at the same time. I have all the christmas
presents for my family bought, wrapped, and under the tree."
January
14th, 2013
"Mum
suggested that I halt myself whenever I start speaking less than
beautifully of others. That was the day before yesterday she said
that. I should have remembered it tonight. What kind of a friend
tells another about the failures of another?"
January
19th, 2013
"The
'A's are over for last night and tonight. The general reason for this
is so that we can all watch the last two Harry Potter movies
together. It's a great idea, and I am enjoying myself, immensely."
January
24th, 2013
"I
had a stand-up argument with those two women, and eventually, they
won the spot. But I feel bad for what I said. I didn't speak with
love. I didn't show Jesus. I just said damn well what I wanted to,
and it wasn't what God would have called, 'being an ambassador for
Christ'."
January
30th, 2013
"On
hopping out, E suggested we walk the long way home, following her
eight-point-four kilometre jogging route, which, subtracting from it
approximately one-and-a-half kilometres gave us an estimated
distance of six. It was a beautiful, foggy,
green-grass-and-rock-and-dirt-road kind of a walk. I won't forget the
vision of us running across the bright green, waterlogged grass in
our barefeet and swimmers along the picturesque road amidst the misty
fog."
February
13th, 2013
"This
morning, at McDonald's, coming out the door with a latte and green
tea, the latte fell over and spilt all over the ground, all over me,
and all over my pride."
March
7th, 2013
"The
current was thick, whirlpooling in the crevices of the bridge,
sloshing twigs and leaves and grass off the banks and pushing itself,
with so much force, down the course it had chosen to take long ago.
Daddy and I stood there for a minute in our gumboots and wonder. I
laughed for the sheer joy of it."
March
28th, 2013
"-a
bug has just landed at my feet. He is a little red specimen, and so
slow-! He is very deliberately marching across the wooden floorboards
of the verandah. How funnily triumphant he looks. He has found a
leaf- gone."
April
7th, 2013
"Ooohhh.
The wind, the rush, the absolute ecstasy that hit me in the back of
that ute as we were doing 70 down the driveway. An uncontrollable
grin held my face. My hands were red and white from holding onto the
cold, steel bar that was the only thing keeping me upright."