The yew tree lives a long time. The Fortingall Yew in Scotland is somewhere between two thousand and five thousand years old — it predates the entire idea of a calendar by which to count.
Yews are also slow. They grow a few millimeters of girth a year. A whole human lifetime is one ring among many in their cross-section. They quietly outlast everything in the meadow.
A journal works the same way. Day to day, nothing happens. But the entries you wrote five years ago are still there — and the person reading them now is a different person than the one who wrote them.
Yewmark is named for the patient version of writing. Make your mark, at your own pace. Let the ring close around it. Come back next year and see what’s there.