For decades I have been a dedicated journalist. At the beginning of the pandemic I decided to go paperless, as much as possible, and as I was downsizing my rather considerable stock of paper, pens and other office supplies, I came across a number of journals that I had kept for no apparent reason.
The articles in Bob’s Journal are random entries, much like I would make in my paper journals, with one exception. As I read through my paper journals, I realized that about the only time I wrote was when I was angry, really depressed, or struggling with some other problem. I discovered that often my journals were little more than a record of the wrongs I felt people had done to me. They were angry and I decided that I was not going to write journals like that any longer. Is there a place for us to vent our feelings of frustration at the way other people treat us? Yes, it is called prayer, something that I have never really developed in my walk with God.
Love: It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. (1 Corinthians 13:5 NIV). It was that verse that caused me to realize that keeping this record, which I had been doing for decades, of all the stuff, real and imagined, that I thought others had done to me, that caused me to toss out my old journals, and start anew. It was also the blog articles I had written in my previous blog; the accurate snapshots of where I was at that moment in time, but the posts that were dark, gloomy, and when subjected to the light of day, and time, were not so accurate.
There are good days, and there are bad days. I probably won’t write every day because I don’t do anything every day. I have ADHD and one of the most universal characteristics of ADHD is inconsistency. I will probably publish posts that describe my battles on bad days, but it would be a good balance to publish on good days too.
At any rate, the posts associated with this page will merely be writing that I do without an outline, without any real target, but just writing.
One of the more difficult things for me to overcome as a writer is apathy and the ability to sort information. When I started this new blog a few months ago I spent an inordinate amount of time stressing out about what to write, how to write it, coming up with nifty pictures and titles.…
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