Reflecting on my day is a task I have grown to enjoy. But lately, I’ve experienced some issues with this activity. The thing is, I don’t always have a message to convey, and at times I don’t know what to reflect about. So I end up generating a stew of random thoughts and feelings which are closer to being puked up than rationally put down on paper.
I give it my best though, but that varies from day to day as well. Some days my best is writing 3 pages I feel immensely proud about in a 4-hour writing marathon. Other days (like this one) my best is writing 10 minutes before bedtime, after spending the last 4 hours lingering about in my room. I am not consistent in how the “execution of the task” is performed, but I am consistent spending some time on this activity every day.
To increase my optimism about healthy growth in this endeavor, which means writing more, and placing the words more rationally, I could understand this with an analogy of an oak seed. Imagine this seed, in it the potential of a great oak. In its initial state, it is small and is easily pushed around by other competing flora. If you weren't aware of the lifespan of seeds, you would not think much of it, for today it is small and meaningless. Yet, if you give time, and water it regularly it will grow larger each day, until one day you forget about the seed, all you see now, is a great oak. I am writing, so that must mean there exists a seed within me, and the fact that I write every day means I am watering my oak.
I guess what I am trying to say is, there is hope that I will become better in this endeavor. And if this is true for me, then the same must be true for you. I hope we both get to see our oaks one day.