Prevailing Ritual


Prevailing Ritual is an ongoing, theme-based collection of journal entries, found and submitted.

Fears, obsessions, hopes, dreams, resentments, worries, hurts, plans, and burning anger. You’ve felt it. We’ve felt it. No shame in it.

January’s theme: fresh starts!

Fear Anonymous Fear Anonymous

March 20, 2001

I’m afraid. Sincerely scared. Cried and cried. My eyes are swollen. Seb gave me criticism today that made me defensive. It was good advice. However writing is hard. It feels tiring. It feels truly, truthfully: impossible. I cried tonight—on the sidewalk I let it out—because I desperately, certainly, want to be very, very good at something…if not the best. What am I good at? What are my talents? I have only average brains.

I’m afraid. Sincerely scared. Cried and cried. My eyes are swollen. Seb gave me criticism today that made me defensive. It was good advice. However writing is hard. It feels tiring. It feels truly, truthfully: impossible. I cried tonight—on the sidewalk I let it out—because I desperately, certainly, want to be very, very good at something…if not the best. What am I good at? What are my talents? I have only average brains. I am not gifted. What have I got? What have I got but a head full of bullshit fantasies that will never, never become realities. I cried because I want to be good at something I enjoy. Being great at my job isn’t good enough. Being a great friend, sister—no, none of that is good enough. Don’t I want to be a great writer? But I don’t have talent. I feel that I do—I sense that I am a writer—but no one is responding to me as if I am. No one is helping me, guiding me, clueing me in…I’m a great helper, I’m a great editor and writing tutor—today I was again told that I have a great ‘telephone voice’—but what am I going to do with a great telephone voice?! No. I don’t want to be a great HELPER. I want my own glory. I want to help ME. Then I will help others write.

So I cried and couldn’t stop. Because I can’t control my eating and I am gaining weight. I’m scared. What am I avoiding? What am I afraid of, protecting myself from? I cried because somewhere in me I sensed that writing is what I have to share…but my story, my goddman story is what I’m to tell. This I have been told. Many times, by many people. So—if I’m looking for “signs” and for encouragement—there, I have it.

But I am scared.

Because I’m going against—betraying—the code of my toddler days, my youth. I’m talking about telling my truth and I’ve only smiled, “It’s okay,” and I made everything okay for if I was all right the household remained intact.

So I am very afraid.

And I’m thinking, where the fuck do I start? Who would publish such a thing? How can I share such deep secrets? No man who reads this would want me. Etc.

But none of it matters, and I should go ahead anyway.

That’s where the signs point.

I don’t know HOW but I’m going there anyway.

“Write what you know” and all that.

—San Francisco, California

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The Pain of Heartbreak Anonymous The Pain of Heartbreak Anonymous

January 16, 1943

Dave does’t like me anymore and I cried. He was here from 12 to 1. I don’t see why I’m always hurt.

Sat. classes. Trio practice at Corry’s. Triple trio are singing Invocations so we learned Prayer Perfect and Into Thy Loving Care. Went out with Dave, Phil & Mike—Yankee Doodle Dandy at Fargo. Ate at Grill. Cold. Dave does’t like me anymore and I cried. He was here from 12 to 1. I don’t see why I’m always hurt.

—Moorhead, Minnesota

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'I just realized...' epiphany Anonymous 'I just realized...' epiphany Anonymous

December 11, 1991

I’ve realized that it’s possible for me to live knowing life has no

meaning that I can find.

It’s funny because I’m going

through a lot right now and

I’m really not writing

down what I’m going

through & what all is

going on in my mind.

I’ve realized that it’s

possible for me to live

knowing life has no

meaning that I can

find.

I’m in love and I enjoy

life and I can deal

with that.

As soon as this next week

is over I’ll be able to

breathe and feel more

secure about actually

living my life

I need to start

doing what’s going

to make me happy!!

Come along M—

I’ve gotta live!!

San Francisco, California

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