I’m still unsure what I want to do with this journal. Will I record everything that happened that day? Will I just rant? Will I use it to create poetry? There are so many possibilities, and I’m just so overwhelmed. I feel like I should be doing this, but then I feel I should do that.
It’s like I never give myself room to breathe, room to change my mind. I’m constantly flooded with feelings that I have to make a decision now and it’s then set in stone, even when it’s not.
Even though this journal is mine and I’m allowed to do whatever, I’m pressured to choose a specific topic, like books I’ve read/book reviews, projects, or something. It almost seems like everyone else here knows exactly who they are and what they’re doing with their journal, and I don’t. Ugh.