Journaling is an intensely personal thing.
It can be anything you want, anything you need. A tool for self-knowledge, a record of your life, a place to explore your thoughts or write down your dreams.
It can be a sanctuary for the bad times, a refuge when you’re overwhelmed, a map of joy when everything feels wrong.
The world is burning. Everything is breaking.
And so we look for joy, because joy is a subversive thing.
Humans are amazing. We make art with shrapnel and turn our pain into song, into poetry. We play piano while waiting for the bombs. We tell jokes and plant gardens and write stories and gather around the table or the fire to celebrate anything we can. We look for joy alone and together, and often find it in that togetherness, in sharing, in community.
Joy is as universal as breathing.