i really love blogging, but there’s something about my journal that feels so much more… personal. i love it.. it’s leather and it’s got parchment pages. it smells like an old library. i’ve written several pages in there about goals, dreams, hopes, wishes, disappointments, heartaches… but i just sort of stopped. blogging is convenient and less time consuming. i can blog from my phone. but sometimes i’ll see my journal laying there by the bed and i’ll flip through it. i should really spend more time writing things that are just for me and not for online blog communities.
