In High school I used to write all the time. I would write about my feelings, write poetry about people, doodle, do bucket lists, write notes and stories, everything. It was a world that came alive in the pages. I loved having different colored pens and I loved filling the pages with worlds. I created many and I even have a series that’s seventeen chapters long. It was interactive and included the people in my life. I had them fill out sheets of paper with their character descriptions, nicknames, clothes, powers. I created a world that came from my own imagination and was based around the feelings I was having at that time. It included people I don’t even talk to anymore so when I look back at those notebooks...well they literally are treasures of the people I once knew. 

Fast forward to present day and I don’t write as much as I used to. Every now and then I will have a spurt or inspiration and I will get up in the middle of the night just to write down this new story or idea. Sometimes I would even write in my dreams and get as much detail as possible. Sometimes it was in order, other times it was all over the page with arrows pointing to the order of the story. Recently though I have been on a little bit of a spree. I’ve been mostly home these past few months so I’ve been feeling that itch. The itch to go hiking, camping, snowboarding, something anything other than be here. It’s been hardcore the past few weeks. 

So to get out my stress and help my imagination a little I dived back into my journal. It’s been helpful when it comes to getting out pent-up feelings and I feel right at home when I write things out. It helps me to get my thoughts and it gives me something to look forward to and I’m older. It’s nice to see these old journals and to re-read what I wrote. A lot of the time there are little surprises I put for myself and when I find them they really make me smile. 

Luckily I find ways to entertain myself and the season will be picking back up soon so I won’t be as antsy and I will be doing more. I hope I continue to get the feeling to write, it’s been so nice to get out all those feelings. Well however long it lasts, I will enjoy it and take whatever stories pop in my head.