A World At Rest

But Waiting ... A Journal Entry

This year, I am trying to keep a journal. I’ve tried many times in the past.

My grandma gave me my first journal when I turned 11, a little hardbound book with a lock and key. I wrote in it wholeheartedly the first few days, maybe even weeks, but then my entries grew sporadic.

It always seems to be how things go with me and my writing, when the tyranny …