I stopped journaling my days many years ago, but I recently got back into the habit. Each day, at the end of the day, I get a small reminder to write down what happened, to post a photo or two.
Not every day is special. Some days are just “normal”. Packed with that usual flavor of life that you miss once it disappears.
The beauty of journaling is not in the journal itself. It’s in living those memories back again, it’s remembering the small details.
If you look at it this way, journaling is not a way to save the big moments in your memory, but to protect the small moments that would otherwise be lost in the stream of your life.
Come on, give me the chills 