Jul 23 2008
Write Yourself Well
A woman who recently lost her husband in a car accident takes pen in hand and begins writing. She writes for hours without stopping. She writes the following day and the day after that. She screams her pain and outrage onto the paper. She transubstantiates her tears into ink and weeps them onto page after page of her journal. Soon the journal becomes a refuge where she is visited by increasingly long and deep moments of peace.
A 16-year-old boy feels unloved by parents and friends. He finds a notebook and starts slashing his anger and loneliness onto its pages. He exhausts himself with the white-hot energy of his writing and from those moments of weariness he sees his life and relationships more clearly and begins to heal.
An executive at the top of his corporate game realizes he has spent his life fighting his way to the top of a pile of refuse. Deadened by the weight of what he feels is a misspent life, he carves an hour a day out of his schedule to record his thoughts and feelings into a journal. His words and phrases paint a canvas of deep disappointment and depression. But soon something more emerges in them – a road map to what could be a new and meaningful life.
Writing is therapy. Socrates claimed that the unexamined life is not worth living. Taking the time to honestly document your soul on paper is a powerful form of self-examination. It heals. It guides. It calms. It helps make life worth living.
I know this is true. Every day – sometimes several times a day – I take a pen and notebook and simply write. I always use a specific type of pen and a Moleskine notebook because they enhance the experience. I get in a quiet place to write, but if I can’t, I quiet my mind before I begin. This is not difficult. The act of writing forces me to slow down, concentrate, focus and center myself – whether I’m on a mountain peak or in an airport.
What do I write? Whatever I want to write. Whatever my soul tells me to write. I write thoughts and ideas. I jot down what I’ve done that day. I like that because it forces me to analyze how I spend myself and on what. Beyond that, I sometimes ask myself questions. Like what is bothering me and what I should do about it. Or what I’m grateful for. Or what I can do for the people I love. And so on.
Do I write in my journal every day? You bet. When I committed to making daily journal entries, I thought it would be difficult and require serious discipline to pull off. After doing it for a while it became as easy as breathing. I now feel I would suffocate if I didn’t do it. In short, I don’t do it because I should – I do it because I love doing it. It has become a non-negotiable part of my life.
There is power, healing and guidance in writing. Reflective writing has become my therapist and counselor of choice, and I know I am not alone in this. I believe we humans are enough alike that everyone can reap the same benefits.
Including you.
One of the best ways to capture readers’ interest is to make them so curious that they have to go on reading. The headline of one of the most successful print advertisements in history read something like, “Everyone Laughed When He Sat Down.” The ad was successful because the readers who saw the headline had to know why everyone laughed when the guy sat down. And they had to read the ad to get the answer.
I was walking down a street in Istanbul near the Hagia Sophia when loudspeakers atop an army of high minarets began blaring the Muslim prayers. I stopped, pulled a small audio recorder out of my over-the-shoulder bag (a manly bag, of course), and began recording the exotic sounds of the prayers and street noises. I then took my camera out of the bag and shot a few photos to accompany the sounds. When the melodic prayers were finished, I pulled my pocket-sized journal and mini-pen out of my front pant pocket and jotted down some notes about that moment in time – what I had heard, seen and thought. I knew I would not only need these notes for the travel articles I would write about my trip to Turkey, but for my own memory bank.
Not long after returning from Turkey I was sitting in a meeting with the directors of a business who had hired me to write the text for their glossy company publication. On the boardroom table in front of me were my notebook, my audio recorder and a camera. As the company’s leaders gave me the information I would need to complete the project, I took notes in my notebook and kept my audio recorder running to make certain I wouldn’t miss anything. The camera came in handy later as we toured the manufacturing plant and I took photos of the various process I would have to write about. 