Jake
I want to write the words I wish were written for me. For those dark moments I kept to myself and insisted on standing alone — even though I never really was.
Oooh, a swift kick in the ass to pick up my journal. It’s been left sitting in my bag for a couple of weeks now buried under a handful of books.
One thing I would add not as a prescription, but as an observation of what has yielded fruit for me in the past:
I have done my journal in two parts as described. First, in the morning as a true long form mind dump. Then, again in the evening as a review for the day as a bulleted list and to highlight things I may want to revisit. Saturdays are reserved for review and revisiting.
Just my two cents. Thanks for sharing.
