Yesterday’s post was largely a result of my need to process the chaos and challenges of the last few weeks. It was about finding reflection, searching out the meaning, the lesson, the something that can explain or make sense of what’s going on.
Of course, in life we know that there’s rarely meaning in everything that happens. There may be lessons and we may even be able to apply the things we learn to things that crop up in the future, but meaning is something we can spend a lifetime searching for and still never find.
That’s not meant to sound defeatist. What I’ve learned is that when I stop looking for meaning and instead simply reflect on events I’m able to work through things much more effectively.
Writing is my reflection. Whether it’s here, in a paper journal or hurriedly typed into a notes app on my phone, writing is how I use my mind to process everything that’s going on. That’s what I miss (and have missed) when I don’t write here. Because something about the public-facing space here forces me to think about things differently and to get out of my own head. Don’t ask me why, but it does.
Not everyone is big on writing. You may hate it. That’s fine. You do you. But while you’re doing you, find the right place and way to reflect for yourself.
Finding reflection in our lives may only take moments in a day, but it’s worth every single one of them.