Writing something down does for the mind what throwing something out does for the home: it frees space.
And so I keep a journal.
I train with it. Eat with it. Plan with it. Smile with it. Release with it.
And whilst the pages themselves are inked with incomplete codes, these pages fuse together to form a complete panorama of where I've been. Where I am. Where I'm going.
If you've struggled to assign meaning/clarity/teaching to the feasts and famines that you - we all - go through in life, I recommend journalling.
I've never considered it a diary, but a map: a map you can draw on to pinpoint what hobbies bring you contentment, what places give you joy, what goals bring you purpose.
Because, this life, it's far too short to waste time on anything other.