Let’s say you’re a middle school teacher. You spend five days a week wrangling 12-year-olds. Now let’s say someone suggests that, as a hobby, you try volunteering to tutor seventh graders. Isn’t that what I do all day, you might think. How could that benefit me? That’s how I’ve always felt about journaling. See, I write at least 1,000 words a day. The idea that writing even more could make me a happier, more creative and productive person always sounded, well, exhausting.
But, in the spirit of experimentation (and for the sake of writing something I’d actually get paid for), I set out to journal every day for two weeks. I so wish I could tell you I am a new person who scoffs at the fact that I ever rolled my eyes at journaling (for my own purposes), but folks, it was a struggle. Read on for a chronicle of my failed attempt, plus some reasons you might want to try journaling—if it’s not incredibly similar to the job you get paid to do.