The Social Porcupine

Last year I shared with y'all how I started doing one of the best forms of journaling ever.  It was inspired from something I saw another girl doing when I was eleven (ironically she and I never got along, and still don't to this day. It's all her fault as she loves pigs, mice, and ticks, and I didn't mind killing any of them). But I went a step further than her. My goal wasn't just to journal in a calendar, but to show myself why every day was special and worth living.  I wanted to come to the end of the day and think, "What made today different from all the other days I've ever lived?" The result was 365 days that started from a place of depression and discontentment and ended in wonderous confidence.  Need I say that 2019 was equally wonderful?  Of course, it's not fair to say it's all because of calendar journaling. I was also very proactive about living every day fully and relying on God more than before. And learn...

Thank whoever tagged you, then link to him/her and the creator ( Melissa Gravitis ).  Thanks,  Tori ! You seem to find a lot of fun tags ;D  Go through your old journals (writing or otherwise), and share something from them: from world-building to sketches, to random quotes, to an entry, to short snippets of writing! And if you feel like it needs explaining, go for it! Tag at least five other bloggers. Feel free to use the header image! Have fun! I love journaling. I mean I've done two posts about it so far (three counting this one). The Art of Journaling and Smile Every Day, Then Write Why .  First, I have a lot of journals! I'm currently on #34.  I'm going to share about my first journal, and the first three pages of it, since that won't be too embarrassing I hope.  One of my aunts gave me this for my ninth birthday. I had never heard of a journal before and it felt weird at first, but I loved it! And I named all...

Life is one of those things that is tough, I think most will agree. Whether you're an angty teen or drowning in the waters of # adulting  I think most of us find that we all have struggles and half of that struggle is searching for a way to just be done struggling. "Can't I just smile and breathe for a moment?" But there's no time for either. Life was really tough for awhile. Eating, writing, working—all of it was a struggle. I spent my days dreaming of sleeping. Because when I sleep that's the only time I don't have to feel, to remember, to do anything (I'm one of those lucky people that sleep easily and never have dreams to bother me as I sleep) . But . . . I didn't want to sleep my life away. And I didn't want to live it depressed, either, It was so hard, but every day I had to want this over and over and over. It was exhausting. And sometimes I wondered if it was worth the effort. But I pressed on. I did a lot of thing...

I'll admit it, I'm the stereotypical bossy older sister. And having ten younger siblings has only made me great at it. "Jerushah. Bring me some water." "What's the magic word?" "Now," I reply with snark. "No, that's not." Nevertheless, she laughs. As do I. After that I use this " smart" reply a lot. Now it's kinda old, but it's still one of my favorite words (among acceptable, stupid idiots, and beyond ) despite how mean some people may think it is. Source But this post isn't about that sort of now.  You know how people have a word for the year? Well, I've never done that before, but now that this year is nearly over I realize I sort of have had a word for this year. That word has been NOW. And I don't mean as a substitute for the word please. I mean in every day life, how I live. In previous years I've always had something to work forward . Things in the past were alwa...

All the diaries I've completed. HOW IT ALL STARTED There's something about my journaling. It's the sign of the end of my day. Even when I'm tired, I cant rest until I've got my thoughts, joys and frustrations out in my diary. And once I do, I sleep so good. I've always written. For as long as I can remember I loved to write stories. I always believed I would someday be published, but after I died. When I was little I knew that someday someone would find my stuff and then publish it. For some reason I never considered the option of actually publishing it myself. I loved to read about other authors (most of which are dead.) I thought it sad that we knew little some of them. Because of that I decided I would make sure people could find enough about me, for after I was dead, so they could have a nice sized biography on me. Thus when I was 11 I started journaling every day. In fact, since then, I've only missed 4-5 days and I...