It always says in the writing help books that you need to get in a habit of writing daily. One good way to do this is by journaling. I love journaling but I have never been able to turn it into a daily habit, weekly, monthly yes, but never a daily habit. I love getting a chance to write in my journal. It's the place were I can write all of my thoughts down without feeling like I'm going to get in trouble for one mean thought or one hurtful word. It's the place that knows me completely. It knows my struggles and triumphs...
But sadly in the last year, I have neglected it. I have let it be the last thing on the list of things to do. The one that could get pushed off til the next day and the next and the next. Yesterday I picked it up for the first time in forever. When I picked up my pen, I felt stuck. I felt so lost in a new place. It didn't feel like my safe place anymore. It felt like a new person I was just getting to know.
I forced myself to sit there with nothing else better to do for a couple of hours and just wrote. There is just something about remembering the past and what all has happened. I am who I am because of all of the different things that have happened to me, good or bad. If I forget them, who am I?

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