I never really saw the point of journaling, so it never “took” for me.
I write a bunch of stuff down, and then what? What do I “do” with it? Do I read it again later? No, I won’t do that. Somebody else reads it? No, it’s not intended for that.
So, I don’t journal as such.
I do organize my tasks and things to remember in a bullet journal (bujo) format, though, and that helps. But it’s less about thoughts and feelings (long-winded opinions and observations), and more about tasks and events (simple and concise one-liner statements of fact).
I do like bujo to keep my work organized.
Ok, on a side note, the idea of a “commonplace” book does sound kind of appealing, though; but I guess my life is too busy to afford me the leisure and luxury of analyzing literature, writing poetry, and sketching natural wonders, or whatever. I’ve got too much shit to do. My few fleeting moments of “free time” are spent here, complaining (wow those naughty word filters are way too strict) about MAGA, basically.
It’s a good thing we eliminated due process and fair trials for immigrants, too. Label them all “criminals” and ship ‘em out.
Now, the next step will be easy: if we encounter someone we don’t like, immigrants today and citizens tomorrow, all we need to do is call them a “criminal” and ::poof::, they’re gone, off to El Salvador.
That pesky, inconvenient Constitution was quite an impediment, wasn’t it?