Journaling is such a wonderful practice for me. I first started journaling since I could write — well, even before I could write, to be honest, because the Y’s were backwards. I was 5 years old. I have written in my journal every day sine December of 2007, so almost 13 years! Honestly, there’s so much that goes on in my brain that daily journaling has probably saved my life. Sometimes I wonder why I do it, since will anyone read my journals? (I hope not!) Even I only occasionally go back and read my journals, and I have dozens of them. They take up a ton of space in my closet. Even my poetry books (which are separate from my normal journals) are a bit like a diary, since I have been writing poems every day for quite a while. Maybe 3 years? All of my craziness goes onto those pages. Well…not all of it, but most of it, the worst parts of it. 🙂
I’m not sure what else to write, so thus shall end my stream-of-consciousness post du jour.
Here is a picture of my very first journal entry. Riveting! Hahaha.
Edit: Maybe this is cheating, but one could say that my journaling and poetry writing are prolific! Thanks to Fandango for that prompt word.