Journaling. 18/11/19

I haven’t published anything in a while, but I’ve been writing a lot. I write at least a little bit every day.

Moving from a small town in Ireland to San Francisco in the big US of A, not being in school anymore and having a full time job in an industry I never had any previous experience in, other than being the guest at a restaurant, has meant that I’ve had to really push myself out there, to meet new people and to establish myself as a part of a place I’m so new to. I feel like that major change in my life and my adjusting to it has had an affect on my writing. Not in a negative way; I’m still writing, and as long as I’m still writing, regardless of what or how, that’s the main thing. But my writing has become a lot more introverted. My journals are, of course, like most, for me and my eyes only.

Going for coffee in the morning before work, to sit by myself with a latte and write in my journal, has become a ritual of mine, and one I intend on continuing. It’s the little rituals we have and continue to practice that are the heartbeat of our everyday lives and the power and importance of them shouldn’t be underestimated. I know that everyone has their own thing, their own way of unravelling themselves, of winding down and grounding and bringing themselves into the present, to analyse where they’re at and how they’re feeling and what is going on in their lives right now, and I’ve come to realise the power that journaling can have in that sense.

Journaling not only allows you to release and let out what it is that is going on in your mind at any given point, it helps you to gain clarity over where you’re at and how you’re feeling while also holding yourself accountable for your day-to-day movements and progress.

I think it was important and beneficial for me to take a break from publishing for a few months, to just focus on writing for myself, but I’m starting to feel that bubble of restlessness again – I’m ready to start on writing projects outside of my personal journals. I’ve applied for some freelance writing positions and got myself a marketing internship with a start-up company that I’m really excited about working with and being a part of in the beginning stages of development.

That’s what’s up with me right now. Lots more posts, updates and other miscellaneous writing pieces to come.

Much love, Ciara D. x

Write letters to friends and family

A few days after moving to San Francisco, I wrote some letter to friends back home in Ireland. There was something about the whole process, physically writing out the words as opposed to just typing them in text, and knowing that it would be at least a week if not longer before my friends received the letters, as opposed to instantly over messenger or whatsapp or snapchat. I really enjoyed it, sending little cards or postcards or stickers that I’d found and thought would make a friend smile.

There’s something about writing. Beyond the therapeutic element, there is an intimacy, that goes deeper than any whatsapp call, than any text or snapchat message could ever go. You’re receiving written words that have been carefully thought through and pondered over and written out in a unique hand that nobody else but the person who you’re receiving the letter from could replicate, at least not exactly. A text message is a digital flick of generic type sent out into a virtual abyss, whereas a letter, words written on pen and paper, is the unique ink of genuine thought – there’s heart in the literally written word that cannot be captured in any other form of communication, not even face to face.

Often people write the things they wish they could say in person, or the things that they wanted to say but couldn’t. That’s why we have infamous love letters, sonnets, songs and poems, all things written that couldn’t be as well said. Sometimes, really a lot of the time, writing can tell us more than verbal speech itself. Even writing personal accounts of events or experiences can help us make sense of our own feelings about them.

I’ve written a few more letters and cards since the first batch. I’ve been sending bits back home to family and friends every once in a while, and I intend to keep it up. It’s a really nice thing, definitely for me, and, I hope, for those that receive the letters too.

Here’s just a little note about the importance of reaching out, about getting and staying in touch with the people that are important to you, whether they are in your life currently or were at some point before.