For as long as we've been friends (and earlier), Claire and I have kept journals. Over thirteen years of life experiences and feelings sporadically recorded for various reasons--not wanting to forget, emotional release, bursts of creativity, all of the above and then some.
The earliest journal I still have in my possession is from 1998. Its only entries are in the summer and early fall, but it's unsurprisingly full of preteen woes, crushes, and boy band obsession. Looking back is always a little weird. You're reading the voice of a greener version of yourself that you might not even recognize, skimming over things you've overcome, and reading about the struggles. At times, it's extremely cringe-inducing, but in a way, also endearing.
This month, we encourage you to start a journal and try to keep it for at least thirty days or see if you still have any old ones stowed away and comb through them to see how far you've come. Maybe you'll decide to kill it with fire after that or maybe you won't. Either way, it's sure to be rewarding.
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