I have been journaling since I was able to write. I still have my first diary packed away with all the other journals and notebooks I have recorded my life in. Over twenty of them. Every ten years I pull out that box and leaf through them.

Since I met my husband I’ve been too caught up with life to write about it much. I’ve tried to jot down important happenings and how I’m doing, but it often falls to the end of my to-do’s and is left undone.

Like this journal. I started this one in 2018. It’s barely a quarter full. I keep trying to grab it and make myself write. It’s easy once I get started. I even leave it laying around, in my line of sight, but I’m so easily distracted.

So I brought it to work today hoping that maybe I can write a bit between my appointments. Instead, I’m sitting here typing this post. I promise. I’ll start in a minute.

Published by adg34

Wife, mother, massage therapist, crafter, book lover, and nature lover.

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