Twenty years ago, I picked up what turned out to be a stubborn habit.
During a particularly angsty time in seventh grade, I began writing in a journal every night. I’d record what I’d done that day and my thoughts about it. Over the decades, I filled stacks of notebooks with my musings on life. Then, sometime in 2011, I realized that I was writing so much about my life for my personal blog and elsewhere that journaling on top of that felt draining. I’m always looking for ways to save time, so I put my pens and notebooks away.