Let’s Try This Again

A few days ago, through some random convos with friends, I remembered I had a journal.

I think I got the journal itself as a random birthday or graduation gift back in 2019, and I sporadically would write in it whenever I thought about it. I started writing a few weeks earlier via my laptop, but I was realizing how little it allowed me to think things through as I was typing in a way that writing with a pen (preferably Muji) is on paper. And for that first month in July, I was consistent in writing around like six of them.

I took an overly extended break after those first few and wrote three entries during my first quarter in college way back in October of 2019. I was writing about the trials and tribulations of college drama, of being overly burdened with stress, and of needing a therapist in Chicago. I was writing about the failures of striking a balance between exploring and being a college student with managing my more stressful classes. It was a brief exercise in catharsis, in being able to give myself the chance to think for myself and not for others in my column in the paper, nor at work with my (lovely) coworkers.

But after that, I didn’t write anything else. And for the next two years of my life, I just have recollections and brief sporadic comments written here about what I’ve lived…