I know, I know. I’ve heard all the arguments for journaling.
It’s reflective. You learn about yourself. It keeps your life in perspective.
But frankly, it just wasn’t doing it for me.
Whenever I write, I want to be moving toward something. Even if I know I’ll chop a lot in the editing process, it at least feels like progress.
Journaling never felt like progress. I could never do it consistently, and if I had to write one more feeling, I would have thrown up.
So instead, I tried something different…