"Are you still writing in your ten year journal?" Chris asked innocently.
I shook my head.
"Oh, I didn't mean anything by it. I was just curious ..." She replied trying to cover my silence.
"No, no. It's fine. Last year, I made it until like August and then life got busy and I just stopped. I started again at the new year and I made it to like June."
That night I dug through the stack of books on my nightstand. I found my 10 year journal that I started in 2012 at the very bottom. I was curious as to when life got too busy for writing a brief three or four sentences a day. I flipped through the blank pages.
The last time I wrote in my journal this year was in March. The month when I wrote every single day right here. And I couldn't write a few lines in my journal?
So, with a little accountability, I jumped back into writing in my ten year journal. The beauty of the journal is to look back and read little snippets of life on the same day in the previous years.
Thank you, Chris, for your one little question! More memories will be captured in my every day!