Hooray! I completed my first journal!
Over the years, I have written in many journals. Each time, I had grand plans of what kind of things I would fill the pages with. Despite my ambition, I stopped writing after about three entries. Sometimes I stopped because I did not feel like it was worth my time to keep writing about past experiences. Other times, I simply forgot because the journal was out of sight. Eventually, I tossed out most of my childhood journals and kept only a few that had special content inside.
Nearly a year and a half ago, my life became a lot more complex and turbulent. I needed an outlet – one that did not damage my body. To satisfy that need, I rushed to Barnes & Noble and bought this journal and pen.
Every time I sat down to record my thoughts, I could fill almost three pages. This was amazing for me because I used to struggle with finding enough thoughts to fill just one page. As the words flowed onto the paper, my mind became less jumbled. Eventually, my writing became more sporadic, but the entries were more reflecting rather than pure ranting.
With its purpose fulfilled, I carefully stored it away. One day, I will the courage to look back and view my thoughts with older and wiser eyes.