Diary Writing


I watched a cute and funny video on The Atlantic about David Sedaris and him keeping a diary in today’s age.

I have half a bookshelf filled with my diaries, which I began keeping in 97/98. Every notebook is filled with my experiences growing up. It was how I released emotion. I wasn’t one to talk about my feelings (still learning to do that), but I didn’t want someone to talk back to me and give advice. I yearned for someone who would just shut up and listen. I found that “person” in notebooks. I wasn’t judged, and I felt free to write about anything I wanted.

But as I continued writing in my adult life, the entries weren’t imaginative anymore. They became sounding boards for the frustrations I was encountering. And the positive. The log time between entries grew too–I wasn’t writing as often. As the saying goes, “Life got in the way.”

However, watching this video made me proud to be a diary keeper and not an oversharer online: you know the person on Facebook who shares everything from health issues to photos of their children to relationship woes. Isn’t it tiring to see that? Where’s the discrection? If you share your life with the world, what do you have to hold onto? Your Facebook feed becomes your diary, when a diary is supposed to be private. As Sedaris said, “More people are documenting their lives now. The difference is the degree to which they’re sharing. And there’s a lot to be said for not putting things out there.”

Like handwritten letters, keeping a diary is old school. But putting pen to paper is intimate. Note taking doesn’t count here. Anyone can do that (and required for class!). However, writing a letter or your thoughts out takes effort. There’s no delete key, and the handwriting isn’t going to be legible to everyone who reads it. If you make a mistake, scratch it out or white it out. Or throw it out and start over.

While the computer’s great (Microsoft Office!), keeping a diary is still valued today. I won’t stop doing it.


Thought Purging


In the waiting room of my therapist’s office, there are three stacks of handouts, each dedicated to a different disorder and the benefits of seeing a therapist for help with them. One is for sleep disorders. I picked it up, not because I have a disorder, but for the tips on how to unwind and get ready for bed. Some tips were to limit exposure to screens and don’t eat close to bedtime. Obvious ones.

Taking that information with me into my session, somehow we ended up discussing sleep. I brought up the handout and how I have a difficult time getting to sleep because my mind is active.

My therapist suggested that I do “thought purging,” which is exactly what it is: get my thoughts out on paper before going to bed. Set a timer for 10-15 minutes and write or type whatever’s bugging me. An example is “I’m thinking about my job and how I have to finish A, B, and C.”

Once the timer goes off, put the paper–or Word doc–away. Don’t read it.

I tried it and am amazed. I didn’t have 10 minutes worth of thoughts to write about, but after I was finished and shut my notebook my mind felt lighter. I felt lighter!! That feeling stayed with me while I was getting ready for bed, and once I was lying down. Did I immediately fall asleep? No, but it occurred faster than before. My mind was blank, and I felt relaxed.

It was great!

How do you unwind before bed? Let me know in the comments!



I always thought that yoga was too hipster, and the women who did it were too into spirituality and it freaked me out. But then I read an article on the benefits of yoga and I wanted to try it ever since.

I just didn’t have the time and equipment.

But now I do.

As an early birthday present–and per my request–I received a Gaiam Taos Alignment yoga mat. I was excited to finally start practicing yoga (I figured I could get lessons on YouTube).

So, today I set up my laptop and rolled out my mat. I was ready!

I followed Yoga with Adriene’s video “Yoga for Beginners – The Basics,” but only after checking out PyscheTruth’s “Yoga for Complete Beginners – Relaxation & Flexibility Stretches 15 Min. Yoga Workout.” The latter sucked me in with its’ lauding of only being 15 minutes. However, it was the wrong video so I switched to Adriene’s, which was better. (And there was a cute dog in it!)

…but yoga is tough!

I knew something was off when I was having trouble controlling my breathing, but I tried to follow Adriene’s video. I managed to do the warm-up stretches, which were simple. When it came to the poses, though, I felt the burn. And the sweat.

After finishing the over 30-minute video, I was wiped out. But I did feel slightly more limber than before, and I definitely felt the blood running through me.

I had to lie down and rest, though. (Did I overdo it?)

Either way, the first day wasn’t too bad. As with everything new, yoga will get easier with time. Until tomorrow…

Apple Picking


One blog I read is Extra Petite, a style blog for petite women. Besides fashion, Jean blogs about makeup, her travels, and more recently, recipes. Gorgeous pictures flood every post, making each one very attractive. And she does all of this while highlighting her home city of Boston. Her blog makes me want to get on a plane and visit Beantown.

I can imagine it now…watching the sailboats glide along the Charles River, strolling through Boston Common and admiring the flowers in the Public Garden…going apple picking in the fall…

Okay, the main reason I want to go to Boston–and the East Coast in general–is to experience fall. On Extra Petite, Jean recently blogged about her and her husband’s apple picking adventure.

And I wanted to BE THERE!!!! What a fun way to start autumn, huh?

One thing about living in Hawaii is that there are only two “seasons”: summer and “winter,” the latter being cloudy and rainy. I think experiencing the seasons would be fun! Getting stuck (in my hotel room) in a blizzard would make for a great story back home, I’m sure. And so would sharing photos of the bright fall colors of the trees and my apple picking experience…

Have any of you picked seasonal fruit before? If you live on the East Coast, is fall all that I imagined it would be? Full of color, the smell of cider and pumpkin, and apple picking?