Journaling used to intimidate me because I thought my journal would have to be a literary work of art to really count, and I wasn’t Teresa of Avila, so how could I keep a journal? Or I thought I’d have to sit down for half an hour and write my heart out every day, but who had time and energy for that?
Then I also remembered a high school teacher who made us write two entries a week in a notebook we had to turn in on Fridays. I dreaded it because what could I write anyway since the teacher was going to read it?
Always a late bloomer, I didn’t start journaling until my 40’s. [Read more…]