write everyday for a week

There was a time when this wouldn’t have something on a to do list. For about 6 years I was addicted to my journal, it was my savior, my life force. But for the past two years (ouch that hurts to admit) I’ve not written on a daily or weekly basis. I’m not sure if it’s that I’ve found a different outlet—blogging? emailing?—and even those I don’t do very well or often—or if it’s that it was a contrived habit in the first place. Am I really a natural born writer? Or is it that I have nothing to write about? Or that since coming into adulthood I feel that the topics about which I write are inadequate? I have one journal in which I wrote down every last detail of my first real relationship for an entire year. Every fight, every piece of love, everything. But I don’t want to do that again. I want to write about something real, something lasting. I’m a political science major and plan to be a hot-shot journalist someday, however, I rarely blog, and when I do it’s nothing more than an opinionated rant with a link to an article from the Washington Post. There are so many talented and driven “bloggers” out there with potential to be amazing and influential journalists, and here I am with this dream, and I can’t even keep a good habit.