Now Keeping a Journal. Preparing to be bullied.

I downloaded and got into a suite of apps called Day One sometime last year. It’s a really great way to keep a journal. It looks nice and is somehow fun to write in. I used it for a little while before getting distracted by god knows what. Last week I got into it again when I realized that I was coming up on my 10-year anniversary of quitting smoking.

A lot has happened since then, but I found myself still feeling withdrawal from the benefits of stepping away from everything for a few minutes. It was a great way to process what was going on in my life and plan for the future.

I’ve tried to reclaim in in a couple different ways over the years, but there was something about the necessity of doing it (to prevent the shakes) and the automatically timed nature of it (you’re not done until the cig is done) that I haven’t been able to recapture.

So when I realized that I’m always jamming information into my brain but that I’m not really processing it anymore, I thought that journalling would probably act as a pressure valve in the same way. Maybe it would help to process stuff in a way that would keep me from whining to my wife and hopefully prevent any accidental emo-blogging or unfairly Twitter bombing any companies that might not actually deserve it.

What I’ve found so far is that it’s not only a great way to get all of that stuff out, but it’s a great place to think, because it makes thinking into doing. Something that you can schedule. Something that has an output. Something to keep this scattershot, over caffeinated brain focused on what it is I’m trying to untangle. I’ve started diving into assignments at work by just writing about them which has been really helpful in keeping me from spending a bunch of time futzing with Keynote templates or whatever else I could come up with when procrastinating.

It’s also a great place to jot down any quotes, jokes or whatever else you come across throughout the insanity of the day. And rather than just taking a picture of something that happened, you can actually put it in context.

I think it’s great and I recommend it. Sure you’ll be brutally made fun of for it, but the benefits will (probably) outweigh the permanent psychological damage your friends and family will inflict on you.