On picking up what I once put down.

I’ve been journaling for years, but to my shame and embarrassment, this once-constant habit has become more and more sporadic. I’ve written about my love for Day One earlier, and while my everyday habit of journaling has slowed down, I still use it as a sort of everything bucket, collecting everything from quotations to bookmarks to recipes.

So I’ve been trying to pick up the habit again, to get back into the groove, so to speak. It’s harder than I expected, to be honest. Every habit, once natural, becomes a chore once given up.

That said, I do think it’s worth the effort — reading old journal entries brings so much joy. Sadness too, of course, but less of it, which seems a blessing.