Words on paper tend to lead to more words on paper. But since I am, I also find it inspiring. It would be cathartic even if I wasn’t a writer.
Journaling feels like talking to myself silently and sorting out the files in my mind as well as an emotional venting. It’s been a great comfort all of these years, knowing that the page awaits me with anything I choose to put on it. Still, I know that it’s there and I also know that it’s ready to take in my words of frustration, pain, joy or just facts, at any time. My daily journaling habit has often shifted from daily to weekly to monthly to sometimes just a few times a year. I have a collection of more than twenty hard copy journals and then I have the thousands of pages on my computer journal that I started ten years ago. "May all the days of your life be filled with much joy and adventure and may you take the time to write some of it down."
My dad gave me my first journal on my tenth birthday.
The twenty plus journals I have could very well be the first thing I save if their was a fire in my house, after saving the husband and dog first, of course.
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