The other day I decided once and for all I was going to stop pracrastinating over what to do with my extremely heavy box of journals. I brought them down from the attic and have been going through them in baby steps – years and years of entries. I had been journalling since I learnt to write as an infant, a habit which continues to this day. I journal differently now, to how I did back then. Then, I wrote about the events of the day and my feelings. Now, I do that but spend much more time writing about my opinions on topics etc. So far I’ve managed to…