I check out Reddit’s r/Journaling from time to time, and it’s pretty intense. It seems like what constitutes “journaling” these days might, before the internet took everything-porn to a whole new level, be called sketching, scrapbooking, planning, etc. It’s enough to give the impression that you have to be a super-talented artist, have an idea for a big visual spread, and have the time to crank out an elaborate piece of creativity on the daily, or you might as well not even bother.
But there’s absolutely nothing wrong with just writing.
Have you ever googled something like, “how to start journaling” or “journal tips for beginners?” If so, you’ve probably come across one piece of advice that is suggested consistently on pretty much every single web article that has to do with keeping a journal/diary/whatever: you’re supposed to make a specific time in your schedule to write in your journal, and do it at that specific time every day.
That’s some bunk, yo.
I journal regularly. Probably excessively. But for a period of time I tried and tried and just couldn’t get into it. It wasn’t until I broke the supposedly iron-clad rule that says you’re supposed to journal at a specified, consistent part of the day that I was able to make it a regular part of my life.
I have a love/hate relationship with books. I want to be a reader. I enjoy reading. It just falls to the wayside, and takes me forever to finish a book. Sometimes it takes me so long to finish a book that I have forgotten the beginning by the time I get to the end. Sometimes I put one down for ages, pick it back up, and really want to read it but have forgotten the whole story thus far, or possibly even lost my place. I am the type of person that needs a deliberate system. So, I started writing a journal about each book that I read.
I’ll admit, it could be that I was just looking for an excuse to write more. But hey, whatever motivation I can grasp onto to make my brain actually want to do a thing, I’ll run with.