I'm just curious what that strike would look like, exactly?
This is from my first diary, my precious Purple Unico. I can't imagine what my life would be like without my journals. I can think of any point in my life and picture exactly what my journal looked like. When I flip through them, I discover new things, old memories are triggered and I am so thankful to my younger selves for faithfully taking notes in diary after diary. The closest thing to a "calling" as I can imagine, is what I feel when it comes to talking to people about journal writing because journaling, as far as I'm concerned, is mental and emotional alchemy.