I've written in a journal (what I decided to call my diary after the 5th grade!) since I was a wee girl. I'd write poetry, observations about classmates, and complaints about life in general. (I was way Emo.)

If I stacked all the journals I've kept since I started, they would reach the ceiling. I love Meade's wide ruled notebooks (my life tends to go well in blue journals, as opposed to yellow ones), and I have to use a gel ink pen.

A journal can be so many things — a place to write reminder notes to yourself, to analyze stuff that's going on in your life, and just generally practice writing. I remember telling someone once who asked if I were a writer, "Not really — I just write daily in my journal," and the person said, "If that's not writing, what is? Only writers would do that!"

Sometimes it’s fun to go back and look at what was occupying your mind in the past, and to see how far you’ve come. Have you ever written in a journal, or do you still?

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