You may be wondering what Physical, Social, and Emotional mean in conjunction with my blog. The reason I rank my blogs by physical, emotional, or social is so that you can say. "Hmm... I think I am needing something that touches me emotionally today, or I need I need some concrete directions or something more physical. Physical- means it's either concrete directions, or something that can help you change your outward or physical life. This specific blog has some direction and can change your physical life, but it's not physical heavy, therefore I gave it a 3. Emotional- the blog will touch you or it might have even touched your inner or emotions. This blog is definitely definitely emotional, so it earned a 5. Social- A social blog will be one that helps you relate to other people better. This blog does have some social aspects, but that is not it's strong point. It received a 2.
Mistakes a many… Happiness beyond measure… Frustration you can only imagine… The highest mountains. The lowest valleys. In my life, I’ve learned a lot. I’ve buried a lot. I’ve forgotten things on purpose. I’ve remembered things I shouldn’t. What does that all have to do with guided journaling you ask?
More than you might imagine.
Mr. Webster would probably describe Guided Journaling in some technically boring way, such as … The act of journaling guided by questions. While technically he would be right, I think he might have arrived a few minutes late to the dock, only to watch the boat sail off into the distance without him.
What’s my definition of Guided Journaling, you ask? It’s simple: There is no definition. Guided Journaling is a personal experience between a person, a question, and a piece of paper or journal.
By the way, for those of you who don’t know me, my name is Talitha Koger. It’s really nice to meet you.
Here’s my story. One night I was watching a Hallmark movie. (Not something unusual for me. I’m a huge fan!) The main character seemed to have it all, yet unhappiness plagued her. How could someone with money to spare be so unhappy? Her father had an accident, forcing her to go home to Vermont, where she met a deliciously hunky man and fell in love. (After all, it is Hallmark!) The real “ah ha” moment for me happened when I wanted her to realize she had no clue who she was or what she wanted. In that moment, I realized that, like her, I had no clue who I really was or what I wanted.
During the next months, I spent a lot of time in prayer, and a lot of time asking myself basic questions. Questions like: What is my favorite color and why? What is my favorite vegetable and why? What I discovered changed my life. A while later, I had an astounding thought. If asking myself these questions changed my life, might they change someone else’s life, too? Let me give you a an example.
WHAT IS MY FAVORITE COLOR?
My go-to answer used to always be pink, because it’s a happy color. One day when I was journaling, I really began to dig deeper. I asked myself, why? Why was pink my favorite color? A painful memory surfaced.
Most of my childhood I was a miserable child. Nancy Drew and books of all kind were my friends. I wasn’t as good at things as everyone else was. I remember one day, when I was in the fourth grade, walking down the hall. I was furious! Not only did I not have any friends, I realized that day, report card day, I was not nearly as smart as all my cousins. The whole lot of them were on the A Team and in Gifted. I celebrated when I got a B.
On that memorable day, I was feeling particularly blue. I remember I stopped dead in my tracks in the hallway. If I couldn’t be as smart as my cousins, I promised myself I was going to be more unique and fashionable. As far as a fourth grader was concerned, who was more fashionable than Barbie? And what was her favorite color? Pink.
When I recovered that memory, a weight lifted off of me. I finally understood why I felt this need to be unique. I finally understood why I looked around to see if I was the most fashionable when I entered the room … and why it bothered me when I felt I wasn’t.
I prayed for years to stop trying be the most fashionable, but I couldn’t ever break the habit. Remembering that story allowed me to heal. I no longer look around the room to see if I am the most fashionable. I’m finally happy just being myself. I’m finally happy in my own skin. Knowing my favorite color and why changed my life.
Maybe you think that was just a fluke. Let me give you one more example.
WHAT IS MY FAVORITE VEGETABLE?
I probably pondered this question more than most. I kept thinking about each vegetable and why I liked it. (I really do like a lot of vegetables. Lol) But which one truly was my most favorite and why? Carrots kept popping into my mind, but I didn’t know why. I do love carrots. When I make a salad, half my salad is carrots. I like them cooked. I like them raw, with or without ranch dressing. I decided carrots truly could earn the “favorite vegetable” title. But why?
Then it hit me and a smile spread across my face. Finally, I understood.
When I was a child, my mom and dad divorced. My mom did the best she could on her own, but it was hard. Really hard. When I was three we moved to Bristol, Tennessee, to help take care of an elderly lady. At our new home, my brother and I would play in the backyard while my mom took care of Granny. A large pine tree grew up against the fence, and the way it grew it created the perfect playhouse. I remember my brother and I would play out there for hours. When mom would call my brother and me in from playing, we would often find carrots, sliced into little sticks, and apple slices for a snack. For me, carrots equaled love.
The carrot sticks made me realize how much my mom loved me. Mother-daughter relationships always have a few bumps. After remembering the carrot sticks, it made me love my mom even more. My mom has done so much for me. Remembering the carrot sticks has strengthened our relationship. Sometimes just a little reminder of love can be very powerful.
DISCOVER MORE ABOUT YOURSELF THROUGH GUIDED JOURNALING
Who knows what you may discover about yourself. Multiple times a week, I will be giving you questions along with my answer. I encourage you to start to asking yourself those questions too. Who knows what you might discover.
I’ve always wanted to help others. I’ve always wanted God to use me. I believe I have found my passion… writing. I’m working on my first book “Her Best Man.” I can’t wait to share that with you, too.
If you have any questions about Guided Journaling, please contact me. Maybe you just want to say “hi”, I’d love that too!
For Your Journal: Put It In Ink…
Do you feel like you are authentically you? Why or why not?