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This isn’t my first journal. When I was younger, I used to have endless journals. I would journal for an hour a day in composition books and had finished stacks of them. Just writing about the day to day happenings, my thoughts/feelings, etc.

But I burned them all. After I learned they were being read by not-me. This of course happened because I was suspected of wrong-doing and so my journals became evidence of my supposed sinning. Even then I recognized this was a huge violation of trust.

It’s been almost 2 decades since I’ve had a journal. Does keeping a journal still interest me?

I’m not sure. I really don’t care about recording the day to day happenings, but I do think I am interested in exploring my thoughts/feelings on other things.

But I guess I’ll see where this goes.

The irony isn’t lost on me that my first journals I burned because they were being read, whereas my solution is to make this journal available for anyone to read.