I know I said I would next be writing about the residue of the day, but as often happens in journaling, something else has bubbled up. I decided to go with it. A friend recently asked me if I have ever re-read what I’d written and regretted my words. She stopped journaling because she had. Depending on the era of my journaling, I am sure I raged at someone, blamed someone, spit words at them. I hope once I am gone, if someone comes across hurtful words in an old journal, they can recognize it was only my perspective, probably my projection, surely written with bias. I am sure they were words that helped process, or clarify my own thoughts. I have gone back hours or days later and written the ‘next chapter’, the resolution from speaking to that person. On a rare occasion I have ripped out a page. Journaling is a fluid process. Just like sometimes we say things we regret, maybe we write them too; if we let them, then can lead us to a better us.