Dear Diary - Do You Journal?

When I was twelve I received a journal for Christmas. Not some flimsy little diary with a lock and key, but a full sized hardback journal filled with empty lined pages. I was in heaven. Lots of room to write my feelings and explore my inner thoughts.



For years I filled one book after another, all different sizes and colors, but all equally as important in discovering who I was and in giving my muse a place to create.



Then I began to take my writing more seriously and technology came into my life. My first computer soon became my best friend and I found that writing in my journal took a back seat to creating stories and interacting with friends online.



And blogging . . .



Now, I'm not even sure where my journal is half the time and I'm lucky to fill one small volume in five years instead of a couple months.



Lately, I've been missing it. If you read the recent post I wrote on distancing myself from an abusive family member, you'll know my emotions have been on high alert. Not having an outlet for that has been hard. Maybe it's time to dust off my old friend and start pouring myself out on the blank pages again.



BONUS:



Cheap therapy.



An old friend who keeps my secrets.



Proof to my posterity that I lived and experienced turmoil in my life as well as joy and love.



It's time.





Do you journal? I'd love to hear about why you like it, or why you don't.