I started keeping a journal at the end of 1989, after Mary and I went on a Marriage Encounter weekend. Husbands and wives draw closer to one another by writing "love letters" to each other, and you get an official notebook and everything. (It’s kind of your "starter" notebook, with enough paper in it to get you through the weekend. After that, you’re on your own.)
I discovered on that weekend that I like to write, and that keeping a journal might be something I would like to do. The next time I went book shopping, I bought a book on keeping a journal. I discovered that you didn’t need any expensive equipment, just a notebook and a pen or pencil, and that the rules are simple: sit down with them every day and write about whatever crosses your mind.
I don’t really journal anymore; I have the blog for that.