A journal is more than a memory goad. It's therapeutic. The simple act of opening a notebook to put words down stills the crosscurrents of worry, drawing to focus the essential thought patterns that best define us, intersecting those thoughts with the condition of our life at that exact moment. A journal is one of the few anchors the human condition allows us. How extraordinary would it be if we had even three or four paragraphs written honestly about their lives by our ancestors?
Randy Wayne White