There is something so terrifying to me about writing in a journal in public. A large bulky book, with your thoughts and secrets. To anyone walking past that would seem so interesting. What of they looked quietly at the words on the page, they would know the things I hide. I would be so vulnerable. People could easily know so much about me. I would feel immature. People would think I was stupid and childish.
There is something so beautiful to me about writing in a journal in public. The change in atmosphere allows you to think differently, and see the world differently. People will pass by you, but you are in your own space. They will acknowledge it, but not really care too much about what is on the page. It may spark confidence in someone else to write, and be proud of it. It may start a conversation with someone. It is wonderful and powerful and beautiful.
There is something so terrifying to me about writing in a journal in public, so I don’t.