A strong beginning

For whatever reason, journaling comes into your life.

Perhaps you've read about someone you admire who does it, or you realize you haven't listened to your thoughts in months.

You are motivated. You are committed.

Better Self: here we go!

Look, ma! No hands!

You are doing this! After a couple of days you're getting in the groove; you're connecting with who you want to become with more ease. You're not dreading the blank page anymore.

Every now and then you even run into a really interesting insight about something in your life, your work or your relationships.

Things start to look bleak

And, of course...

Life happeens.

You feel tired one day. Or a little sad and don't feel like it.

You procrastinate. Maybe I'll do it tomorrow, or in a few days.

Looking back to the last few days...

All you see is a giant hole in your journal.

Those blank pages, starring back at you, accusing you of your fading committment, highlighting your failure to be consistent with what you set out to do.

When you look back at your journal all you feel is guilt.

A wall of guilt prevents you from getting back to it.

Months later...

You don't even remember where your journal is, what was the last time you sat down to write nor really much about what you've been up to for the past time.

It'll probably be a few months until you see something about journaling again online and, perhaps, consider restarting the journal.

What a pity, you were in such a good path, starting to unlock some insights and lessons.