I feel like I’m cheating on my journal. I’m trying to write. I need to keep writing, because it’s part of something that helps feed my soul – and also because the more you do something, the better you get.
Some might say.
I’ve been keeping a journal fairly consistently since I was about 9 years old. But no matter how much I try to discipline myself and say aloud that I will “write at least once a day” I just don’t. I’m not doing it.
I can blame so many things, but mostly it comes down to me. So, most of the time, it just seems easier to write on my laptop. But then the next time I pick up my journal, it’s been, like, two months since I last wrote.
And I feel rather guilty.
But the point is, I pick it up again. So, even though I’m cheating on my journal, I always come back for more.
Shit’s so good.