Journaling Starto!

Hello all. The name of the blog post is pretty self-explanatory, but I’ll go a little more into detail. Journaling is something I’ve always wanted to actively engage in. It’s such a great way to keep a clear and focused mind while also keeping notes of your life. Unfortunately, it’s something I struggle with finding time to do every single day. I’m not saying I’m going to make a commitment to post on this blog every day with a new journaling entry, but I’m challenging myself to make at least two posts on the blog a week (Monday & Friday) for this (plus whatever other posts I come out with that week whether it be book reviews, throwback Thursday, a guest post, or writing). All of the prompts for this will come from Jo Franco’s website Joclub.world unless specifically stated otherwise in the post. If journaling is something you’re interested in starting, I encourage you to check out the website and follow the prompts! You can also submit your work in the form of a guest post if you feel confident enough to do so.

Post 1: What was the first thing you thought about today?

The wind beat against my window in a rabid attempt to get into the small dorm room. My heater clicked on and a steady stream of warm air began to circulate the space. There was little other noise outside of the combined whoosh hisss, whoosh hisss. Bones and muscles cracked and popped as I stretched my arms over my head, breathing in, my lungs pushing against my ribcage. The room was dimly lit, the blinds closed to allow for better sleeping in. A college student values their sleep; at least they should because long nights and brutal assignments usually steal it like a bandit in the night.

My phone chimed beside me, the reminder of my duties for the day. No longer was I able to sleep; now is the time to begin acting like the adult everyone claims my age makes me. I push the thin blanket off of me (my comforter is already packed away and waiting to be taken to a storage unit for summer keeping), and shudder as the chill wraps around my exposed arms and legs. My first thoughts leak through my foggy brain.

It’s too early.

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