journaling - i hang my head in shame

I haven't picked up that damn Florida journal since I got home. Haven't done any other journaling. I don't even think about it very much. I'm not very good at integrating new things into my life, then I get frustrated because I haven't magically become the new and improved me, and then I give up. Perhaps I should take some more time to try to figure this out. I mean, I think about reading Dan Price's book and how I really and truly loved and agreed with what he said. And this is a time in my (adult) life when I have more time to myself than I ever have before. I really need to not give up on journaling, but right now all I do is either not think about it or feel guilty. My only excuse is that since I'm not having to commute to school or work daily right now, I don't have that extra bus time to myself that I had before. Mostly I used it for keeping up on reading magazines, but sometimes I used it for writing too. Funny how I can't seem to find time to just sit and have some alone time here at home. Of course, I know if I did I would probably just fall asleep and then I'd really get nothing done.