I used to love journaling. Like, every single night I would open up my overdecorated journal and write about my day. What happened if I liked it? What top did I buy from the mall earlier that day? I was on top of that, never missing a single day. Months into the school year, where there’s homework almost every single day, I’ve stopped. It just sits under a bunch of books on my desk. I really do want to get into it, but you see, if you journal, you understand. It’s odd to get back into the groove again, at least for me. I pick it up, see all the pages and dates I’ve missed, then put it right back down. It’s like what’s the point? Or if I try my best to start again I forget the next day. Nothing was working; I’d just lost one of my biggest hobbies. Well luckily, I just started back up again; although hard, I’ve realized a couple of things now. I don’t need to force myself to journal every single day or make it pretty and extremely curated. It’s just for me, and forgetting to journal once or twice a week doesn’t hurt. It’s way better to have quality over quantity.