I finally cracked open a journal...

I stretch for 10 minutes on a yoga mat in my bedroom every morning when I wake up and every night before bed. I wish I’d done this my whole life, but at least I’m doing it now. And I’ve been doing it since the ex left in 2020.

It’s been a good, good thing.

This is my view for part of my stretching routine.

62 journals from 2000-2020. I want to read back through them, but… I got to #8 and hit a wall. I’ve pulled random ones off the shelf and opened them up over these many months, then slammed them shut again.

The ones I really want to read (and really don’t want to read) are the ones from 2016-2020 when my ex was cheating and I didn’t know it.

But damn.

Last week, one journal caught my eye for some reason, and I pulled it off the shelf. #50. From 2018. I opened it up, read a line, and audibly gasped.