This morning, I woke up at around 5 for some reason (apparently some bad dream?) straight into a brainstorm. When several thoughts hit me like that from different directions, I know from experience that falling back asleep is not an option.
I decided to get up, make pour-over coffee (which I enjoy doing over the weekends), and sit down and write what’s on my mind. Writing in a notebook is slow, and I took even extra time to articulate my thoughts this morning. It was my longest entry so far since I picked up journaling again, and it was an absolute joy. My handwriting is improving too, at least to the point that I can actually recognize what’s on the page in front of me.
Once again, I say: this is a good habit ✍🏻. I’m glad I’m not journaling on a computer. The way my thoughts slowed down and found their way onto the page was not possible to do typing. It’s not just about what I write; a lot has to do with the how, and when I looked back at the journal 📓 with satisfaction, I also got the why.