I have a goal-setting journal and other assorted moleskin notebooks, beautiful, magnetic-latching journals and bog-standard hardback notepads. The intention being to write all my thoughts, plans and goals down to keep me moving on my road to success. I start with such good intentions and idealistic hopes but within days or, if I’m lucky, weeks it’s all forgotten until the next new notebook is bought. I don’t think I’ve ever completed one of these notebooks.

I want to change that. I want to be able to look back on a journal as though it is a pathway through my soul. I want to be inspired by past failures and moved by meandering thoughts that led perhaps nowhere but maybe somewhere so amazing that I have to keep that particular journal by my bed to remind myself that I can.

It’s creating another habit. One that will free up some space in your mind and help you to sort out all those crazy ideas that zing around your head at 3 o’clock in the morning when you’re trying so desperately hard to sleep. We need to help our brains release some of that pent-up energy and allow them to breathe.

I’m not going buy a new journal. I’m going to choose one that has been started and continue the story. It doesn’t have to have a beginning, a plot or arcs. It just has to be honest, truthful and freeing.