My Catharsis

Day Seventeen: A picture of something that makes you happy.

These are five of my eleven completed journals. I just started my twelfth. Yes, I do have a ton of journals, and I love that I have a ton of journals. I also love that each one of my journals is much different than the others. I have goofy journals (like the Beatles one on top) that last me a month, and I have the more sophisticated, leather journals that last me up to a year. 

I have had multiple people tell me that buying journals is a waste of money. They say I should just buy cheap notebooks because they work just as well, or to type up my entries on my computer. But cheap notebooks fall apart and don't last. (That's why they're cheap.) And I don't want to type my journals. I've tried that before, and I don't like it. The act of writing, physically writing, in my journal is incredibly cathartic for me. It's a release. It's something I need everyday. I honestly sleep better when I write out my feelings before bed. It's kind of weird, but it's true.

I freely admit that I am a little obsessed with journals. I may have spent $70 on journals a couple of weeks ago. (It was worth it, I promise.) So seeing a pile of journals that I filled with my own hand makes me really happy. I love seeing that.