I've Been Doing This All Wrong

 The funny thing is that I've been journaling on and off for many many years. Actually decades now. I've been posting in this blog my own diary. I've transcribed some of my handwritten diary pages and some that for the convenience factor, just posted using this online tool.  Well now I have this new app called "Day One" and since now I'm in the "wall garden" of the apple ecosystem it actually integrates so well. My steps, my breathing, the weather, my sleep, and my diet as well as my location and everything is automatically recorded when I make a post. I can definitely go back and look at the reason why my knees were hurting, (due to weather or something I ate that day). There is just so much information that it can tell me just by doing my journal. Well if I do know myself is that I love the useless metrics I do get from my Apple Watch and before that, the Fitbit. This measurements give me a reasoning of my physical state of being. I almost got rid of that app because is not as pretty as this "blogger" thingy. I can't write around pictures and stylize it how I do here. But the metrics are so useful.

Well I came to the realization that Day One is literally a journaling app.  A sole app to put private thoughts on the most convenient time, using the Apple Watch, a phone, or the very laptop I'm using to type this. Well my emphasis here is the word "private" as in just for me, no-one else. I've been so used to write a "diary" in this blog posts series, and the fact that no-one reads them made me think that this is my private oasis.  Not to say there is an option to make post only available to me, which I have written one or two over the decades. The fact that all the metrics are present automatically is what makes that app so wonderful. So for now I will only use this medium to do what it was meant to be used for. . . For BLOGGING. Public. thoughts that I don't mind getting out there. 

There has been many a time in which I have thought about writing something kinda bad but I usually erase it out of my mind and then write about something else for the fear of one. Someone finding it in my handwritten journals, or two. Someone finds out about it in this very blog. Now I have an outlet for such very ideas that flutter thru my head. Any time they do appear in my head I can now just either, type them on my phone or laptop, or dictate it to my Apple Watch or even voice record or video them, the best part is that is all extra private. Only for me. I haven't had such outlet since forever, not even in my own head, since I tend to censor myself. 

Here we go now on this journey of new found freedom in a dungeon where I can toss the beast of myself without repercussions. Deep down I do wonder if this is really a secure place. Yet again there's never a 100% secure anything. There's the risk I have to be willing to take.