I remember my first journal, a diary actually, it was a gift on my twelfth birthday and was red leatherette with a closing band and an honest-to-goodness lock and key. I do not have that journal but...

It’s time to give these Journal Power posts a fresh viewpoint, after about a year of weekly entries. Thinking about how to change things up led me to the following.

Does it happen with you sometimes? Are there times when you just don’t like yourself? When you feel like a big disappointment to yourself; like you can’t do anything right; like you’re a colossal...