In a way, journaling is similar to meditation: it quiets the mind. The clock no longer matters. When I journal, I lose sight of insignificant things. I forget about how I look. I’m no longer self-conscious. Trivial things disappear. Unfinished conversations and overdue obligations and fleeting emotions are gone. For just a little while, I become aware of only what matters in this moment: the placement of paper and words, this expression of my truth.