I have been journaling for years, and people often ask me, “What are you going to do with your journals?” For a while, I didn’t have an answer. A close relative told me they would read them after I passed away.
As time went by, it dawned on me that I might be able to share them. The idea began to rise in me slowly. I shared it with some friends and even sent them a few samples, which they received very well.
I was excited, but I also had some trepidation about the whole thing. The way I write is spontaneous, and I have no formal training. I also began to realize that sharing my writing would mean becoming vulnerable. Once the writing goes out, I can’t control where it lands or how people interpret it. That is a scary feeling, and I had to ask myself if I was willing to take that risk.
I can describe the feeling this way: Out in the ocean, adrift—with no sail, rudder, or paddles, carried by the currents. That is how I felt before I started writing, and it is how I feel now when I think about releasing my writing. Being adrift was one of the pieces that inspired me to journal. Journaling itself became a way for me to express the journey within.
Being adrift is still a wonder to me, and I enjoy it. I am so grateful for this opportunity, which I received by God’s grace. To Him alone be all the glory!