I had read about the benefits of journaling plenty of times before my mum bought me a journal for Christmas in 2020. Like many other people, I’d spent most of that year bitter and frustrated that my life had been put on hold due to the pandemic. I’d lost the remainder of my early 20s. I would go over and over all the experiences I didn’t have that I was supposed to. All of the progress I wanted to make that just didn’t happen. Oh, and all the fun I was planning that went out of the window, too.
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Oh dear. I don’t know why I did this, rashly, the evening of 29 February. Leap Day. I took a leap. Maybe because I have a completion date on the vicarage looming and I need help, someone to share it with, and who is willing to change light bulbs*, heave boxes and dog-sit. Cook.