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[danuv]

Is there really something interesting and worth journaling every day in every person's life? I keep hearing that lately. My great grandmother journals every day supposedly, even if it is just to write about the weather.
My weekend has been busier than I am used to, a bbq on Saturday with a gathering of strangers and my sisters birthday party tonight. However, despite all that business I can't really think of any one bit to write about. Not that it was a boring weekend but I have difficulty thinking of something worthy of picking out.

Today was hot and humid.

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[thehangedman.livejournal.com]

For me, it's more that I worry about writing well. Not just for others, but for myself. It's like the Rilke quote: I know quite well that if I really try and I feel motivated, I can write much better even if I haven't done much worth writing about. I just can't often push myself to do so. Others reading my posts are only a minor concern to me; I've managed to convince myself that nobody actually reads my journal. Self-deprecating that may be, but it's also less pressure.