I think I was first intrigued by the idea of keeping a diary/journal when I was in fifth grade, reading Anne Frank’s Diary Of A Young Girl. Not that I enjoyed the book one bit. Now that I look back, I guess I was too immature to handle that book and probably shouldn’t have picked it up then. Almost a decade later, I still haven’t found it in me to give that novel another shot. Oh well. Anyway, where were we? Oh yes, a journal.
So yeah. Ever since fifth grade, I’ve tried my best to maintain a journal. I buy the cutest notebooks, smoothest and most colorful pens and pencils, and a variety of accessories like ribbons and punchers. The first day would be absolutely perfect. I’d write long paragraphs describing my day and the myriad of emotions I felt throughout. I’d then embellish the page with glitter and washi tape just to make my day seem appealing. The next day I’d take it down a notch. Probably only write a few paragraphs and barely decorate the page at all. It’d be a miracle if I’d even attempt journaling on the third day, forget about accessorizing the pages.
And this was pretty much how each one of the 57 times I’ve tried journaling went. I’ve also noticed that this desire to write everything down spikes up whenever I go on vacation. Like, my mind actually believes that even though I’m too lazy to write everything down on a normal school day (when I’ve done nothing but zone out during my classes and hung out with my friends), I’m suddenly gonna have the energy to write down all my feelings and experiences after having walked for more than 8 hours in an unknown city. I mean, who am I kidding? I’m gonna flop onto the nice springy bed the second I enter my hotel room, thank you very much.
Over the years, something I’ve noticed is, I don’t even manage to write a single page in the new and fancy journal I just bought. So, I’m a stationary hoarder by nature. What that basically means is that I will spend a ton on aesthetic looking and fancy stationary like notebooks and highlighters and pens, but won’t actually end up using them because they look so aesthetic. Get what I’m saying? Like… I can’t physically bring myself to use them because I don’t wanna ruin them. Come on, I can’t be the only one who thinks that way! So now, I have an entire pile of beautiful notebooks which I just stare and marvel at occasionally and have no intention of ever using (the gradually-growing pile is driving my mom crazy and is, I’m pretty sure, gonna be one of the many reasons why she’s gonna kick me out pretty soon).
I understand that maintaining a journal has many benefits, like making me a better writer, helping me with my concentration and memory, and perhaps might even come in handy when (okay, if) I’m famous one day. But I just don’t think it’s my cup of tea. I’d rather make a scrap book including all the places that I’ve traveled to and hopefully will be traveling to. As a matter of fact, I have been planning to make a travel scrapbook for quite some time now. I’ve been buying construction sheets, travel-themed washi tape, stickers, and markers to make sure it looks absolutely outstanding. The only thing is…I hope I actually get around to making it or I won’t have a place to sleep next week…
– Just Another Magical Soul