I’ve started approximately 374 journals in my life. Not once have I ever filled one from cover to cover. Why? My life over the past few years has certainly been interesting enough, so it’s not that I have nothing to say. No, my obsessive journal-starting is due to the fact that the first time I misspell a word or write something that isn’t witty and interesting and worth of being immortalized, I throw the journal out and start again. I need it to be perfect. Read more...