At least on paper it does.
I think in my lifetime for every hour I have spent actually journaling, there are another 248.72 hours I have spent complaining about how I don't keep up with journaling, worrying about what to write, actually living my life, worrying that the life I'm living is too boring to journal, reading other people's journals, worrying that other people are reading my journaling and in general just wasting opportunities.
If someone can write about their socks or what they cooked for dinner, then I think I'm not going to feel so bad about telling work stories or embarassing my children online.
Plus, does it ever hurt to practice writing? Probably not. Maybe I can find where I hid my vocabulary. It seems to be missing...
