I have started writing in a journal. I guess I could say again, but I never stick to it long enough to think of myself as a journal writer. Of course my first entry this go around started out a little like this:
Dear Diary,
Today I had cereal for breakfast. And a slice of orange. Then I drove to work.
Just kidding :)
I have always felt a little weird writing about myself in a little book. But I am trying to write more in general and found writing about little things in my life feels a bit nice. It's also nice when I randomly have an idea and instantly think of my journal, try to find it, find it, then find a pen, then sit down, open the book and start writing. It feels like a little treasure. It's a very simple notion, writing in a journal, but lately it has felt like the best thing around.
Book of the week: Beneath a Marble Sky by John Shors
Song of the week: In a Lonely Place by Bush
Favorite part of the week: chilly evenings
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