My journalling streak has hit 122 days, that's a third of a year. I've never been able to keep going that long in the past in any format. Morning pages certainly didn't last that long. I think it's because of how easy it is to do – just tap and type, no need to ensure I have a working pen or deal with a more cumbersome notebook.
Tap and type.
Something seems to have clicked in the past few days and I am entering more on a daily basis, I have finally reached the point where the journal acts like morning pages. Maybe it's because my daily routine has changed – I'm not going straight to the writing project so the journal becomes the first outlet.
Writing with a pen is different to typing on a little slab of glass but I find my process with the latter starting to better approximate the former. Words flow more easily now, the path from thought to page seems more open.
I don't place any real expectations on journalling, it's just a place where I talk to myself, leave messages, notes or reminders for future me. Whatever comes out goes down, there's no real intent for it to be therapeutic or meaningful and, maybe, because of that it is actually starting to become both.