I've kept a journal for a very long time. At first I wrote every day, dutifully, but over time I wrote less and less until I stopped. I would take it up months later and then the cycle would begin again. I felt guilty when I didn't write every day and I filled up pages telling how my day had been. I looked for pretty notebooks, lined. But then I grew and changed. I stopped feeling guilty about not writing every day or about only writing when I was at my worst or about only copying song lyrics. Now I choose blank notebooks, still cute so that I feel motivated to use them, but completely empty inside. I write what I want: stories, sons, poems, notes, my days. I stick things I cut out from somewhere else, train tickets, museum tickets. I make lists: thankfulness lists, events lists, to-do lists. And it keeps growing, and I with it. It is becoming a fully-fledged journal.
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