When you write for a living you can easily forget to write for yourself. You can forget to write simply for the love of words, for the joy of stringing together sentences.
This is why I journal.
(more…)When you write for a living you can easily forget to write for yourself. You can forget to write simply for the love of words, for the joy of stringing together sentences.
This is why I journal.
(more…)Brace yourself. I’m about to blog about journaling – again. A few months ago on Instagram, I stumbled upon the Same Page Journal, a couples journal designed by husband and wife team Alex and Caitlin Godwin to help couples practice healthy and intentional communication.
Time with my journal and time with my boo? Sign me up!
(more…)As a writer, I’m constantly collecting journal prompts for self-care. When you’re an ambitious writer, prioritizing self-care is tough; sometimes it feels impossible. Going after goals like writing a book, starting a blog, or building a freelance writing business requires sacrifice. And oftentimes the first thing we sacrifice is self-care.
(more…)I was a freshman in college when I first started keeping a prayer journal. Merging my love for writing with my love for God was exactly what I needed to take my faith to another level. My prayer journal became a collection of love letters to God. My prayers became poetry and suddenly God was everything and everywhere. God was a post-workout smoothie. God was the sun kissing my brown skin when I would lie on the quad reading. Once on New Year’s Eve, I felt God with me on the dance floor of a night club.
Prayer has not made me immune to crises of faith. These crises usually happen when so-called Christians are being racist, sexist, homophobic, or xenophobic in Jesus’ name. I stop going to church and I start questioning everything – until I remember the God I fell in love with so many years ago.
But this time things are different.
(more…)The first time I felt like a real writer I was 19 years old.
I wrote a news story about an affordable housing initiative, pitched it to a newspaper in my hometown of Birmingham, Alabama, and that paper published my article.
I had my first clip and I felt legit.
But these days I feel more like a writer than I ever have before and it has nothing to do with my byline, with this blog, or with the book I’m working on.
These days I feel more like a writer than I ever have because of my new journaling practice.
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