When I am journaling first thing in the morning and it is just me and this spiral-bound notebook, nothing else matters. The air around me is soft, the blue tinged sunlight filters in through my window and onto the page while my thoughts begin to trickle in. They seem to flow so naturally without any hesitation leading my hand to move across the page writing my thoughts as they come. In the privacy of this space I’ve created for my thoughts and words, it is the only time where they feel safe to enter the world. I enjoy giving my voice a place where it can live freely without judgment or limitations. Since I began journaling over two years ago, I realized the power of the written word. They have the ability to teach, empower, unlock, create, heal, and connect the dots. Some of the best pastimes I had as a kid was writing. Whether it was scribbling on the walls inside my home at the age of 4 or writing short stories in my English class in junior high school. Give me a pencil and paper and my imagination would soar.
Over the years, writing for creative play as gotten a bit lost in the shuffle. Nowadays my writing mostly consists of grocery lists, business plans, and of course blog posts. The most enjoyable being writing blog posts. Other than my personal journaling, blogging has been the best and the most challenging way to reconnect with my writing. Challenging in the sense that blogging is an open invitation for the eyes of strangers to get a glimpse into my mind and heart. It was different back in junior high when my writing was graded for how well I could put together a sentence and place a period in the correct place. But somewhere along the way, I’ve buried that boldness to share my imagination in written form. Now it’s my inner critic, that mean little voice inside that insists on grading anything I write. It deters me with every word making it increasingly hard to press the “publish” button.
These are my experiences as I seek to invite the voice of my creative child back into my writing again. Assuring this voice that today, it is welcome to come out and play again. Understanding that for so long it was buried and told not to write freely for fear of judgment and criticism. To again feel what it is like to safely come forward into the world and let the thoughts of my imagination play onto the page. I promise not to judge, second guess, or suppress what my heart is bursting to say. They are the thoughts of my experience and imagination, which I will lovingly accept once again.
I won’t worry too much about writing perfectly; my words will come together and flow uniquely in their own way. If I continue to write, my voice will gracefully enter my words when it’s ready. So with patience and acceptance day by day I will once again become reunited with the free spirit of my writing voice.