Imagine you are in a car and it begins to rain. Initially, the rain is barely noticeable – just a few drops here and there – but soon, the window gets so wet that you can barely see a thing. To see clearly, you would use your windscreen wipers to wipe away the gunk.

Now imagine the car is you. When the world’s dirt and crap lands in your face, what are your spiritual windscreen wipers? You might be able to drive safely for a while, but at some stage, to keep on driving is near suicidal.

When people ask me why I journal, my answer is: I have to. When the world implodes on itself, writing becomes my spiritual windscreen wipers. If I don’t clean my windows, I crash and burn.

Don’t forget to slow down and clean.