Yes, I stopped caring how much I wrote, how it was structured, if it was consistent, etc. My problem was that I wanted a good journal. I needed to do it proper

Yes, I stopped caring how much I wrote, how it was structured, if it was consistent, etc. My problem was that I wanted a good journal. I needed to do it properly. It became a disappointing chore. I write around 3 times per week now, which I’d like to improve still but is a lot better than 3 times per month or much worse. A few notes, not much detail, beats the hell out of nothing. Opening my journal feels so much better than it used to — like I do have the time, I’m not too preoccupied, and I’m not pressured to do it any certain way. You might be different, but if I feel I need to accomplish a specific goal or be able to ascertain some measure of success in what I’m doing, it becomes infinitely harder to initiate because I’m a perfectionist to a fault. By relieving expectations of myself I can actually let myself get things done.