My thoughts these days stay right where they originate- in my head.
I've been meditating.
I've been reading.
I don't know where my journal is. I can't remember where I put it. Joel bought me a new one for Christmas, and it feels right. I never finish a journal completely. Usually I'll have it for two years or more and then one day I'll stumble across a new one that feels like home, like a new chapter needs to be written, and I'll close the old and start the new.
That's where I am.
About to start a new.
This place doesn't even really feel like home anymore.
I'd never delete it, but it could use some reworking.
I'm going to start journaling again. And then when I feel like an entry is worth sharing, I'll re-write it here. That's what I do when I have writers block, because in my journal there is no judging and I don't have to censor myself.
I try to be honest here, but I'd be lying if I said that I don't think about who maybe reading this.