Reflection on Journal

Reflection On Journal

            My journal is an object of ink and paper that reflects myself, mainly whatever that is on my mind. In the outside, it’s covered with images that represent what I like, what I do, and who am I. It has pictures of my favorite singers, my hobbies, my dream trip, and my favorite landscape. A way of portraying myself. Inside, it’s written my everyday thinking: my thoughts and ideas. For two months, I had to write five times a week for ten minutes all the words that passed through my mind. My concerns, my happiness, my homework, my hungriness, my arguments, my dreams; whatever was happening during those ten minutes. With forty-one entries I relaxed myself writing in the train or in the car or in the classroom waiting for the class to start, or even in bed when I just waked up.

Sometimes, my writing got very personal and emotional, pages about my unfinished goals or lack of belief in me. That was my highest point; I just wrote what I thought that made me unhappy and sad. I wrote about it, and when I was finished I actually felt better. On the other hand, my lowest point was when I wrote words with no meaning, just words to feel the page until the ten minutes were over. Apparently, I wasn’t in the mood of expressing my feelings or maybe it was after a calculus exam and I didn’t have any neurons left to write ideas with sense.

            During the two months, my writing changed a lot. At first I had a pen that didn’t make my hand flow on the paper, but I changed it later. My writing was small and in uppercase making my hand hurt. It was very stiff and controlled. Later on, the letters were cursive and scrambled, making my hand more “flowy”. I wrote more freely, almost filling two vertical pages. I set my thoughts free without worrying about how the words would look like. Also, writing on my journal made it easy to express what I felt and thought. It made my mind more clear and relaxed. I still write my thoughts in other notebooks to clear my mind of all the stress college gives me. It’s a good exercise to keep on in life.