I wasn’t allowed much privacy growing up. I’m not sure if that’s because my father was insecure (he was a well-known businessman in a small town) or because he wanted to protect me. Either way, I learned to keep my private thoughts inside my head.
When I received a cancer diagnosis in 1996, one of the therapies suggested to me was to start a journal. As you can imagine, I was not thrilled with trying it, but I did.
I don’t use the journal to record my private thoughts, but I do use it to help my writing. I use colored ink (black and white pages hinder creativity), don’t allow anyone but me to see my journal (encourages me to be honest and open in what I write), and date (including recording if it’s a Monday or Thursday or whatever) my entries.
Here are seven reasons to start a journal.
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