I’ve loved journaling since I was a little girl. From the moment Mum handed me my very first diary, complete with it’s own lock and key, I was hooked. For years I’ve scribbled away, filling countless pages with the inner murmurings of my mind and heart.
In recent times I’ve come to appreciate just how important this daily ritual is for me.
But I know all too well that journaling doesn’t always come easily.
There have been many times when I’ve found myself staring down at a blank page asking: “Where the heck do I even start?” Or worse still: “What’s the point?” Continue Reading →