Scraps

I have often tried to write every day. I’ve lost count of how many times. Every year or two I start a journal to document thoughts and events. I keep it up for a few months, then forget, and all the following moments that I didn’t write down are lost forever.

Why are habits so hard for me? I don’t know. Maybe it goes hand in hand with my bad memory.

Anyway, this is me, yet again, trying to pick up the habit again. So be prepared for daily ramblings, which will be for the most part stream of consciousness and unedited, otherwise I probably will start to worry about the quality and never post them.

What spurred this is today when I picked up one of my many failed journals and started looking at them, and some memories came back, preserved on the page. My mind needs these kinds of things or I just live in a fog of uncertainty.

If I can’t think of anything to write I’ll transcribe one of the pages of these dead journals. Why not.

Words will appear!

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