For the first 20 years of my life I believed that keeping a journal was a typical girl thing. A secretive, vulnerable, and mysterious thing that girls would protect with their lives. I remember going to my sister’s room, searching this mysterious item. After several searches, my little brother and I would always be left without a catch; she definitely knew how to hide it. Back to the topic; journaling. A thing, as many other things, I would never expect myself doing on a daily basis two years ago. I would be ‘too manly’ for that, I wouldn’t have anything to write about and I would never write down my emotions and feelings in a fucking notebook. Ironically enough, the first thing I bought when I made the conscious decision to stop living life and start loving life, was a notebook....
Fast forward 1,5 years I just finished my 4th notebook, and that made me realize that I want to share with you how I experience journaling, how what effects it has on me and why I believe it is one, if not the most, powerful thing you could do on a daily basis.
Gen Y, generation me, the boomerang generation, burglkaf, millennious, hollies, programming hipster, madulthood, it doesn’t matter how you want to call them, there appears to be one universal word everybody knows nowadays: the Millennials. A word that sounds mysterious, interesting and kinda cool if you ask me. A term that has been globally analysed, researched, spoken about and written about. A term that is equivalent to the generation that will change the world. A term that holds the future and a term that fascinate me. Being born in ’96 (the amazing year where Xzibit was actually making music instead of pimping rides) I am ‘entitled’ to call myself a millennial. But what does being a millennial mean to me? How does a millennial experience the millennial era? How do I deal with the curve balls live throws at me? And how did I get fascinated by this term and the whole buzz around it? Find out below!
In this blog I want to get real with you. I want to go deep and truly share what is going on in my life. I want to show you how I struggle, how I get overwhelmed by the feeling of self doubt, how I get lost in my own insecurities and how I feel alone sometimes. This blog is not going to be about an experiment I just tried or a cold shower you can try, this blog is about my struggle. If you are not struggling or not really interested in my struggle, please feel free to go on with your day and have a great one.
If you had to guess how many times someone told you that you should read books, translated to seconds, how much time would have passed? Take a wild guess? Is it a minute? An hour? A month or maybe even a year? I still hear my mom say it to me: “You should get off your phone, pick up a book and read. Do something with your life.” Yeah mom, I will, was always my answer, looking the grumpiest I could. We see it everywhere: ‘The power of reading’ ‘How reading can change your life’. Whatever the headline of a news article, Facebook post or blog post states, it’s all about reading. We all know reading is good for us, but why can it be so hard to get motivation to start reading? Where does this resistance against reading comes from? Questions I asked myself.
You’ve probably read or heard it somewhere already: the benefits of taking cold showers. The miracles that will happen in your life once you start taking cold showers. The following thought, when reading about cold showers, might arise when you start thinking about it: ‘That’s not for me. I love my warm showers. I get the chills when only reading about it’. And how crazy does it sound? After you had your daily battle with your alarm, you pull yourself out of bed, still feeling sleepy, energized and not ready for the day most of the times. You head over to the shower: the saver of the day. The one and only thing that can help you wake up, make you feel alive again and give you motivation to live another day. After coming out of the shower you feel better, refreshed and ready for the next saver of the day: coffee. That shower wouldn’t save you if it was cold, right?