Stuff your journal with your luggage
No, I didn’t get the title wrong. There are many times you should put your journal in your luggage. And, there are other times when you need to put your luggage in your journal.
The fingernails of contention
This past weekend I was a part of a conversation which included reference to some of the luggage or baggage we bring with us as we grow up. One of the ladies in our group mentioned that she had painted her fingernails black for a Halloween party. Then, as she looked at her handiwork she had one of those guilty feelings which sometimes waft over us. She went on to explain that her mother never allowed her to paint her nails black and she was concerned about how her mother would view her dark lacquered and shiny nails.
She made a face and said, “I felt as if my mom was going to be upset with me about those black nails, it was weird.” We all laughed and agreed that each of us have points in our lives about which we are uncomfortable because of the different things our parents allowed or didn’t allow.
You have a lifetime of baggage
We all bring a bit (sometimes lots) of baggage with us as we reach different stages in our lives. Some good. Some bad. Some merely whimsical, just as this conversation exposed. Writing in your journal gives you room to explore that baggage up close and personal. Unpacking is a very important part of your journal writing experience.
When you discover the stray piece of luggage laying around in your life, grab your journal and get busy. You will find dealing with the tattered piece of stinky old baggage that has been weighing you down will be easier once you’ve had a practical writing experience with your journal. Whether it is the deep secrets of abuse or simply a long held misunderstanding your journal is the tool to help you to begin to sort out what steps to take to dump that baggage.
And you can find there are lovely pieces of baggage which hold treasures you need to explore. For example, my dad was not a touchy feely type of person. Late in life he began to hug my brother and me but his hugs were stiff. Yet, when I pull out that suitcase concerning my dad’s love for me I find item after item which reinforce his love displayed in a multitude of ways which did not involve hugging. I’ll keep that suitcase near at hand and peruse its contents often.
So, when you come across a stray piece of mental or emotional luggage, check it out. Stuff that baggage in your journal and sort out the meaning or implications of what you discover. Whimsical? Enjoy the moment. Bad? Determine to deal with the issue. Good? Hold the information close to your heart and savor it.