Many things run through my mind. Good and bad. Heavenly and downright scary. That one thing or a million things.
I started writing to help my mind and myself process the things that run around, 100 miles an hour. I believe it’s helping me. I’ve started to work through the things I usually bottle up. Don’t get me wrong, there are times I think about things a number of times and don’t write about it until it’s about to pop.
But overall it’s so much better for me. I’ve come to enjoy it. I’ve found a new love for writing.
I told a friend the other day that I blog. She said I was brave for writing what I write. It may take me time to open up to all my friends. I have my Facebook goodbye post going through my mind at the moment.
What do I write? When’s best to post it? Are people even gonna care?
Probably not. But I didn’t wanna just delete and not say goodbye to those who have been in my past.
With my new love for writing in mind and the fact that I have written virtually every day (with the odd day I’ve missed out). I can think I can safely say I’ve developed a journaling habit. It has been 3 months since I started writing. Over 100 posts later I’m going to tick off that my journaling habit to accomplished.
I feel positive that I will continue with this goal. Even with it ticked off.