Does anybody here journal? I have thought about it

I've kept journals since the 60's. No thought involved...spontaneous ...thoughts in your head...ideas...epiphanies...venting...memories...what happened that day. Think and plan too much and it won't happen.....imo

check out youtube and pinterest. just type in journaling, or how to journal. I'm trying to do the same. Been trying since January lol

I do. And if I want to write, but can't think of something to say, I'll write a little bit of fiction.

It’s a habit you have to get into. And the first journal, you’ll look back at as garbage when you look back on it.

Mm I just write my feelings, in any way, that's how I start

I journal through the medium of people (chats) and posts.

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I start out each journal entry as being 'a letter to myself'. The first time I did this was when I was in high school. I then mailed the letter to myself. The funny thing was, when my letter arrived back to me in our mailbox, I did not recognize my own hand writing after I had printed my name and address on the envelope. After all, I had never received a letter from myself before!

But the strangest thing was, the letter scared me when it arrived. I could not open it after retrieving it from our Post Office box in town. I could not figure out who it was from. I broke out into a cold sweat and was silent all through dinner that night. I told my mother that I had received a letter from a stranger whom I had convinced myself was probably stalking me... someone had gotten my address and was probably going to threaten me in some way... maybe they wanted money, or were going to threaten to kidnap me if I didn't comply with their demands...

In the darkened secrecy of our dimly-lit living room after dinner, my mother convinced me to retrieve the letter and together, we would open it to find out what ransom was being ordered that we would drop off in a paper bag near a garbage can in a local park. We could call the police and set up a 'sting' operating if necessary. I agreed. Let's do it. Let's open the letter.

So, I reluctantly retrieved the letter from my back-pack now hidden under my bed, opened it with a knife as I sat beside her and then handed the neatly folded contents to my mother for her to read first, because I was a wreck emotionally.

After reading my letter to herself in silence, she finally said to me "I didn't know you actually hated that pink jacket I bought for your last birthday!".

Note to self, never allow family members to soft-edit your personal journal. Always assign the family dog that task whist under the privacy of a shade tree.[/c]