Starting in High School I began an almost daily journal where I would pen the trials and tribulations of my teen angst. Throughout college my journals were my method of dealing with all those thoughts you just can't express to anyone but a blank page. It didn't judge, criticize or complain, but let me unleash my bottled psyche.
I still have all those journals tucked away in my memory boxes and pull them out now and then to chuckle at who I was, relive a bit of of the past and reflect on where I have come. I have never let anyone read them and probably never will.
Now, with limited time and even less energy to devote to two journals - that is a blog and a personal journal - I feel a pressure I didn't in my journal - to be witty, cleaver, intelligent and well written, a much different feeling than that blank page beckoning me to purge my most private thoughts.
We will have to see how long I am able to keep up this type of journaling. I know that the blog is a different venue for a different purpose, but so far, in my vast experience of 3 days, it has drained me of mental energy I am going to need much more of when grad school starts in a month.......