The reason one writes isn’t the fact he wants to say something. He writes because he has something to say. – F. Scott Fitzgerald
Why I picked a notebook and started my journal in 1989 is a question I don’t have an answer for. Just like I don’t know why I wrote in English as opposed to Arabic. Even my to do lists were in English and all the little notes and scribbles. I just did it without thinking. I continued to journal throughout my teen years and well into my thirties. Right after I graduated from university, I started, hesitantly to type instead of hand write. Then one day I just stopped. I’m still not sure why, but I do write down my thoughts every so often in a small journal I’ve been carrying for a few years now. I’m a lot more comfortable reading and writing in English, than I am in Arabic, and it is serving me well.
I remember when I was maybe 14, walking into the room to find my brother going through my journal and reading it out loud with mockery! I was devastated and run around the house chasing after him to give my book back. I would have killed him, if I could, but he used to go to karate lessons at the time and I was his daily practice. So there was no chance in hell I could give him a good beating! Still, I didn’t stop journaling.
Looking back now, I may say that the English language had to be a good part of my childhood because I needed it as a strong tool later in my life when I had to travel and live in Canada. I didn’t know it then. Come to think of it, even when I taught myself typing through a program that my mum’s friend gave me when I was just 16 or so and had no clue why I needed to learn it, I just did. Now, I’m so grateful I’m not a 2 finger typist like most people I know. And I’m grateful I can blog, coach, teach, learn, love and leave an impact in English. It’s a good life!