Up to now, the longest I’ve maintained a personal journal was when I was ages nine through twelve. At that time, it was a little pocket diary and my entries consisted of one or maybe two phrases. In my adult years, I’ve attempted and abandoned journal writing several times over. When it came to starting one, I usually had an idea of what I wanted to write about, but then my stamina just didn’t click-in. Who wants to waste time sitting with a journal when there’s no shortage of other things to do?
Plus, when it comes to actually writing the journal entry, doesn’t it feel awkward like you’ve been forced to engage one of those wallflower kids at the school dance? Or worse, you’re the wallflower kid getting pulled into conversation? Eeek!
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Pauline Shen 