I have been reading Journal of a Wife by Anais Nin.
It’s interesting to be reading this 20 years after I first discovered Anais in the movie Henry and June on daytime TV one lunchtime ‘by chance’ returning home from uni one day.
Ever since then I have wanted to be a writer.
I desired the rich inner world that Anais writes about.
And to experience life through the eyes of a writer.
It’s interesting to read it now and see that she is just a 21-year-old at the time of writing these journals, with all the yearnings of a woman in her twenties.
She craved intellectual stimulation and I have felt that too and still do.
But now I have my books to pour my thoughts into.
I am 42 with a life behind and before me.
When I read of Nin’s troubles I think “defined head”, “emotional authority” and am thankful to have Human Design to understand myself and other people.
There really is nothing wrong with you dear.
I wrote in my journal this morning.
