Does that sound familiar?

This is what hundreds and thousands of dedicated journalers have said in their non-journal yonder years, me included. Yet, today when I read my journals, how I wish I had started earlier.

So, the elusive yet most obvious answer to the question- ‘what do I journal?’

Anything and everything…
From the mundane to the exciting
Catching up with friends
Or the impossible task of tying up loose ends
The lone walk at the beach
When I heard the eagles screech
Every detail of that holiday
The planned, unplanned, the scenery, the stay.

Sometimes it’s a mostly empty page
Just a line here, a word there or blank for my rage
A restaurant’s name,
Or that movie of fame
A pageful of familiar digits
To record the balance of home budget Yet other times I really write
pages and pages at a time
When I want to write and
do not know what’s my prime
I usually begin by simply writing-
‘Dear Diary,
I have to much to tell you
and not sure where to start
And that somehow seems to help me pour out my heart
My thoughts, my feelings, my debates, my moods,
My who-am-I to this-is-me are layed out nude.

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