Journaling in the round

I’m a journaler. Ever since my teenage years, I’ve kept a journal. It was a place to record my thoughts, my prayers, and my angst-filled adolescent longings — but it was intermittent. I would write in it only sporadically, when the need for self-expression got particularly intense. Finally, though, I devised a sustainable way to keep a daily journal, and I’ve done it now for twelve years. Every. Single. Day. Continue reading “Journaling in the round”