I finished a journal today. Because of missing days and different breaks, I was able to finish on the last day of the month. I am looking forward to opening my new journal a Leuchtturm 1917 lined notebook in the morning. We will see from there where the adventure will take me.
I began journaling in the seventh grade. My English teacher asked us to write for five minutes every day of class. I wrote in that notebook, trying out new things, and settled on a journal format that I still used today—except I write a little longer. I do not time myself any more, but I do set out to fill the front and back of each page. Have I written every day since the seventh grade? No. There have been breaks, sometimes for days, months, and even years as I continue to get overwhelmed with events and begin to neglect the basic disciplines that keep me on track. It is good to see that I am getting better and better at writing everyday as I get older. But, I certainly extend grace to my younger self who missed recording times of change in my life. The rewarding fact of my journaling is that I have a large box full of journals that have piled up through the years. I enjoy going back from time to time to relive different events in my life.
I finished a journal today, but I am not finished journaling. I am only getting started.
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