For every reason I have trouble keeping a diary, journal or daily book of any kind. I am so in love with the idea itself I continue to try. Perfectionism is why I cease. Pefectionism is the root of my every excuse.
So I accept I stuggle with a daily writing. I accept, I chafe under the weight of recording a life in the act of living it. Why do I feel I cannot do both? Why do I think the very act of writing down my life, changes it to an exercise. Isn't a life unrecorded simply an exercise without a witness?
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